A/N: Next one! This could be from anyone's point of view, as I'm sure you can see. Please read and review!
Gypsy Wind
Luck came, went, and came again. Fickle, unreliable, unpredictable, like a gypsy wind. Always looking for something, or somewhere to settle down, and never quite finding it.
Luck on this island was impossible, and impractical to attempt to create. You could do everything you could, have the best laid plans, and see them dashed to pieces in an instant.
Luck was a back-stabber of a friend, never entirely on your side, ready to strike whenever you turned around.
Luck was something you had to tempt. You had to have everything taken care of and hope for the best, because you could never guarantee anything.
Fate?
Coincidence?
Luck…?
A/N: I know it's short, shorter than the last one, but what can I say? Oh, and for any/all of you Kate fans (whether it be Kate/Jack or Kate/Sawyer) out there, the next three (count 'em - three) little pieces will be regarding her relationships. If they aren't well received here, well, then I'll just post them as a separate entity. Thanks so much for reading, and please review!