You’re probably wondering why I have gone into writing-frenzy-mode. I started my writing challenge June 20 and gave myself a month to complete them. Today is July 20. Yikes.
I have three challenges to complete by midnight. The 12th challenge is to write a short story. Believe me, it will be short and sweet.
How lucky can you get?
Tucker ran down the sidewalk toward the pharmacy. He had to get there before it closed, and he only had a few minutes. He had to get his mother’s medicine. She had been sick for so long, and was in so much pain. The doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her.
“She might as well be at home with family, rather than in the hospital,” they told Tucker and his dad.
The traffic signal turned yellow, and then red. But Tucker couldn’t wait. He looked right, left, and right again. Just as he was about ready to stepped off the curb, a big black limousine turned the corner right into a puddle, splashing Tucker from head to toe. But he didn’t care. He was on a mission.
Tucker looked around and didn’t see any cars coming so he made a run for it. When he reached the other side, he slipped and fell on the curb. He was about to jump up when something caught his eye. It was white and furry and he almost didn’t pick it up, but something compelled him to. When he held it up, he could see it was a rabbit’s foot. He stuck it in his pocket and ran the rest of the way to the store.
Oh, I hope, I hope, I hope it’s still open, he sang in his head. He rounded the corner and saw the pharmacist just locking the door. Tucker ran up to him and out of breathe, blurted out that his mom was out of her medicine and needed it right away.
Tucker got tears in his tears as he thought of his mother. The pharmacist looked at his car in the parking lot, and then back at Tucker’s sad face. He nodded and opened the door back up.
Wow, Tucker thought, wiping his face. That was really lucky.
Tucker waited patiently while the pharmacist counted out each pill. He answered his questions politely, but wished he would hurry. With a quick swipe of his hand, the pharmacist emptied the pills into the brown bottle and slapped the label on. The pharmacist handed the bottle to Tucker, who handed him a 5.
“My drawer is already closed and you have a little change coming. Why don’t you just picked out anything you want from the candy aisle?”
Tucker shook his head. “I have to get home,” he said impatiently. But the pharmacist grabbed a paper sack and a handful of penny candy. “You don’t have to tell your father. It will be our secret,” he told Tucker with a wink.
Tucker nodded and thanked him and then ran all the way home. He panicked when he saw his Aunt Maggie in the doorway.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, pushing his way past her.
Maggie laughed with delight. “It’s okay, Tucker. Your mom’s fever broke! She’s going to be okay!”
She grabbed Tucker and hugged him tight. Tucker looked over at his mother, who that morning, couldn’t even lift her head off the pillow.
“Mom? Really? You’re better?”
“Yes, Honey. A little weak, but I feel really good.”
She smiled at him and opened her arms for him to come join her. He laid next to her for a moment, looking at the tattered blanket she used to wrap around herself. Then he looked down at his jeans, which had been darned so many times they were frayed.
“Mom, wouldn’t it be nice if we had a million dollars? Then we’d never have to worry about money again!”
His mom pulled him close and said, “Oh, Tucker, I don’t need a lot of money. I have my health back and I have you and your dad. I don’t need anything more than that.”
She looked around room at the table, the two chairs, and the little bed where Tucker slept. “I guess it would be nice to have a little money,” she said. “Your dad’s been off work so long… But maybe someday we won’t have to worry about money.”
Tucker felt the rabbit’s foot in his pocket. He smiled and gave him mother a kiss. He sat on the stoop outside and took out the rabbit’s foot. There wasn’t anything special about it. It was just like the one he saw for sale at the 5 & 10 for 50 cents.
He rubbed it. It was soft, except for the claws at the end.
“I wish we were rich!” he said enthusiastically. He rubbed the foot until it felt warm in his hands, and then put the foot back in his pocket.
It wasn’t long before he saw his dad walking up the sidewalk.
He lifted Tucker up high above him, laughing with delight. “I’m so happy to see you!”
“Mom’s feeling better, Dad!”
“She is? That’s wonderful news! I have some good news, too. Let’s go in an see her!”
Tucker’s dad sat him down on the edge of the bed next to his mom. “Do you remember that invention I have been working on the past few years?”
Tucker and his mom both nodded.
“Well, the strangest thing just happened to me. I was standing in line at the patent office when a man in a suit came up to me and asked what kind of invention I was going to patent. I told him all about the Maxter2000, and he loved it! He signed me on with his company right on the spot. And guess what? They’re going to pay me $1,000,000 for it! Could we get any luckier?”
Tucker smiled at his mom and dad and gripped the rabbit’s foot tight. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”