February 13th – The Luckless Nine
February 13, 2012 § Leave a Comment
Prompt: Write a story about a group of people forced to share their luck, passing it between themselves in the form of an object.
Mary kept the coin too long- and Jackson killed her for it, though it was just a nickel. The coin was slick, with the edges worn off but the sheen of the thing still intact. He squinted at a slight cut out of the edge, a tiny sliver missing from the metal, and seemed happy it was there. His smile was like one of those things you see in movies, with too much edge, no softness and the eyes gone up to the hills.
The rest of them watched. Three dead now, they thought, but Mary was the only one they’d seen him kill. Had he killed the others too? He seemed wild enough to them, now. Mad with it, with the wanting of it. Though he’d never tried for more than his week. One of the other boys wanted to do something, but Jackson had the Luck. What could he do?
They worried, the five that were left. The way Jackson looked at them sometimes made them nervous, but at the end of the week – he passed the nickel on to Roland.
They killed him for it, smiling without softnesses, and watched each other do it.