This was written for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle!
Iron Fist (98 words)
My mother’s philosophy was throw them into the deep end, sink or swim.
Davey and I learned early to avoid mother’s dictates. Lexie never did. Maybe it came from being the middle child, desiring to be noticed, loved, but she tried so desperately hard to be the child mother wanted without realizing mother never wanted any of us.
Lexie changed on graduation day, when mother said, “Second in your class? That’s despicable.”
I expected Lexie to crumble, instead her jaw tightened and her coffee brown eyes, the same as mother’s, narrowed. “Far better than 568th.”
Truth overrules iron.