on using one's luck properly

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 06, 2016

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The news has reached her; she's feeling over the words themselves, although not processing them yet. 

"Two Hundred and Fifty Sheep Killed By Lightning Strike in New Zealand."

No, not that news. Those poor animals, yes, but what the tv in the restaurant's corner reads, that steadily shifting bar of text along the bottom of the news screen, isn't what's the matter so much as...

She's shifted her lazy gaze now, down from the flatscreen over her father's shoulder, and across his blue shirt collar, jumping from his shoulder to her mothers, skipping sideways to her mothers ear lobe, a quick stop at her dangling, faux jade earrings (she hasn't worn them in so long before today), and onward to her eyes. And her lips. 

No set of objects compliment each other visually like the features of a human face. Beheld individually, they're fantastic, beautiful. As a united piece, though, worried eyes, long pointed nose, tensely parted lips lightly bitten at the corner, wrinkles by long life, lightly furrowed eyebrows; it's pure art. 

She's reflecting that expression of her mother's, the culmination of so many facial muscles contracting. She's still not let the news be more than a set of words shifting across her mind, on loop. It's pure automatic reaction, this mirroring of the face, not yet a result of emotional reaction.

"I have cancer. Breast cancer. I don't want you to worry. Everyone gets cancer. I have cancer. Breast cancer. I don't want you to worry. Breast cancer. Everyone gets cancer. I have cancer. Breast cancer. I don't want you to worry. Everyone gets cancer. Breast cancer. Everyone gets cancer. Everyone gets cancer. Everyone gets cancer. Everyone gets cancer. I don't want you to worry. Everyone gets cancer."

"I don't want you to worry. Everyone gets cancer."

She's letting it in for processing. 

"I have cancer. Breast cancer. I don't want you to worry. Everyone gets cancer."

She's blank in the head now.

Predictably; it's not like there's a proper reaction. 

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