‘I’ve lost my lucky grasshopper!’ my little brother wailed in my bedroom doorway.
I looked up from my rock music magazine, disgruntled by his appearance.
‘Please help me find him, Sis!’ he cried.
Taking back the ‘no’ that was the edge of my tongue, I got up with a sigh and helped him to look. He wouldn’t have left me alone other wise.
‘It’s meant to be crickets that are lucky. You know?’ I said.
‘Grandpa said anything could be lucky if you believed in it,’ he answered back.
Well then, I guess it was ‘lucky’ that we caught the grasshopper on the window sill an hour later.
(Inspired by; https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/11/27/fffaw-challenge-week-of-november-28-2017/ with thanks.)
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