Rashida couldn’t find her lucky socks. She needed her lucky socks if she was going to ace her exams.
Today was a very important day—one last hurdle after a year of hard work. She knew her stuff, but nerves still lingered. Anything to give her an edge would help.
She yanked open her bottom drawer, rummaging frantically.
There they were. She pulled out a pair of black socks with white polka dots—the same socks she’d worn when she had been awarded a place on the course.
She smiled, slipping them on.
Nothing could stop her now.
About This Story
The above story is part of a collection of short fiction pieces that I have collated and published into a paperback book.
