Circa 2011

She drove to the spot where he said for her to meet him and she waited in silence, playing with a deck of cards to pass the time. Shuffling. A thought came about; “what if my life is like a deck of cards – you never know what card you’ll get but, once you get it, it has to be played to win, you always have to play to win”..time was going by slower and slower at each passing minute until she looked up and saw him. The fire to her soul. She unlocks the door and he pours himself into the car and shuts the door. She puts her deck of cards away when he asked her what she was doing with them – she didn’t answer. She turned the ignition on and he gently took her hand and kissed it. As she peeled away from the curb thoughts started racing through her head about her deck of cards. She really wondered if that’s how life was. Like a game of crazy 8’s..when you get an 8 you can change the suit. Did that mean that life is a game of luck? What if you’re not dealt an 8? What if you don’t have the Queen of spades to make the opponent pick up 5. Why should someone else have to “pick up 5” for your decisions? She thought “was I the opponent that was meant to pick up 5?” was she? He interrupted her thoughts but spoke the kindest words and before she knew it, they were at her house. As she put the key in the door the thought of the cards strikes across her mind again. Are clubs and diamonds for the elite? Are the hearts for the weak? Are the spades for the workers? He kisses her neck interrupting her train of thought and asks her “What’s occupying your mind, you seem unfocused?” she then turns to him and says…

Would you think I was crazy if I told you I see life as

a

deck

of

cards?

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