LULU AND THE GLASS EYE -MG historical fiction fantasy WIP Feb 8, 2019 14:54:42 GMT -5
Post by angeladahle on Feb 8, 2019 14:54:42 GMT -5
The Ludenbergs hadn’t yet removed the glass eye from the dining table. It sat there for weeks after the funeral, shinier than the month before and ready to roll off at any moment. The eldest daughter thought it wise not to disturb it. The youngest, aged ten, couldn’t help but wonder if she should hide it away in her treasure box to investigate later, or add it to her marble collection since it might give her a lead in her next game. Sam Bangs, her best friend, would hate it if Lulu won against him. Somehow, she knew the eye knew this too.
It was the very same eye that had “magical tendencies,” as told by her illustrious Uncle Snap. As if it had a mind of its own, and a few character traits to boot.
“That glass eye is made from the same sea glass my four times Grand Momma used, mind you, the very same sea glass that brought her one mysterious fortune after another.” Uncle Snap would say whenever the eye was within view of ten year-old Lorena Lou, Lulu for short. Magical properties or not, the sea glass had become a permanent part of the glass eye anyhow, and whether it had fairy dust or if it was magical hullabaloo, was not the issue today.
The issue was that Lulu was itching to confiscate it. There was no reason for a curious ten year-old to be in the middle of a meal, staring at a glass eye, wondering all the while if the thing might indeed utter five words more than the rest of the other six family members at the table, much less excuse her from eating the vile peas sitting in front of her. The peas were round. The eye was round. The similarity in shape between the two didn’t help her in wanting to eat anything at all.
That’s where the similarities stopped. Sort of. After all, the eye was greenish hazel with flecks of blue and the occasional golden speck. It indeed nearly matched the green color of the disgusting peas, which were deservedly mashed upon her plate. While green was not a rare color for peas, it certainly was a rare eye color. Sam Bangs had told her that, but how rare could they be if his whole family had green eyes?
“Lulu, please don’t stare. It’s beyond rude.” Her eldest sister, Leilani said, as she placed a plate near the eye. Leilani was ten years older than Lulu and thought she knew everything. “If Nana Cecilia were alive she’d smack the side of her head and tell the old eye to hush up, but she’s not here to guide it and I’ve not got the faintest idea what it might be thinking or wanting to say about your staring.”
Cecilia had inherited the eye from Grand-Momma who had inherited it from Cecil and so on, so far back up the family tree that no one rememberd exactly where the eye was made or when.