Only If You're Lucky

by Stacy Willingham

That’s the beauty of fiction, of words: when your life becomes too boring, too bland, too hard or depressing or chaotic or calm, they allow you to simply float away and inhabit another, try it on for size. With so many options so ripe for the picking, it would be a shame to only taste just one.

But here’s the thing Sloane doesn’t know: I want to be changed.

want Lucy to bend me, break me. Rip me to pieces and reassemble me into something different, better. New.