Iron Fist

This was written for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle!

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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.

Sascha Darlington

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19 replies »

  1. Ah, ha. It sounds like Lexie has been finding some things out about her mother. Now it’s Mom’s turn to crumble. A good story, Sascha. Well written. 🙂 — Suzanne

  2. Love this for several reasons. You captured the family structure in a few words, but you also captured the change and growth in Lexie in particular as well as how observant and on point the witness to the event was. LOVED this!

      • Your welcome. I have to speak up cause wow! Doing not bad. My son bought me a new computer chair for mother’s day so I can now sit and work on my novel and answer others which I couldn’t do because the pain of sitting was just terrible. So rah rah rah! woot even lol

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