Lucy – short story

Originally submitted as part of the Soul & Spirit magazine competition (I didn’t win…)


Lucy was dreading going to the party. While she loved her sister very much, the fact that she was marrying the best friend of the man who broke her heart and left her feeling worthless was not helping her rebuild her social life at all. She really didn’t know what to do. Kayla was trying to be understanding but it was very hard to get her and especially Rob, the groom, to understand her claims of abuse when there had never been any tell-tale signs. Lucy was sure more people would believe her if she’d been sporting bruises but as she had mainly been worn down by years of being made to feel worthless and useless the scars had been on the inside.

It had been six months since she’d found the courage to walk away from her marriage and in that time she’d re-discovered her old lust for life. Spending several years as a stay at home mum she’d needed work experience before she was able to find a job in the current economic climate and so now when she dropped the kids off at nursery she went next door to the school to help out 2 mornings as a teaching assistant. She’d coloured her hair and bought one or two new items of clothing and really was feeling like a new woman and full of excitement of what she could start to achieve.

The engagement party was threatening to ruin that; all her hopes and fears came flooding back the moment she got the invite. But how could she not go? It was her sister’s party and anyway she had just as much a right to be there as he did. She mulled this over on her way home from the school trying to work out how she could best move forward with her problem.

Lucy had always been a spiritual girl, she firmly believed there was life beyond what you could see and feel. She wished she’d had a guardian angel to look after her when she was married and yet when she had plucked up that initial courage to leave she’d felt there was someone else with her. There’s been a warm feeling that gave her courage when her resolve was failing and helped her go through with what needed to be done. That day she’d found a beautiful pure white feather on her doorstep and took it as a sign that maybe her wish for a guardian angel was real.

Arriving home she spotted something fluttering in the bushes next to her door. And there it was; another white feather. She looked around her hoping to get a glimpse of her angel but instead there was nothing but that warm glow all around her. That’s when she knew everything was going to be ok, she could face her ex and be strong and that no matter what she could attend the party safe in the knowledge she would be protected after all.


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