In The Cards

It was in the cards for Greta. She was not going to make it home tonight.

It was a bright night. The moon was almost full. Greta had taken off her strappy heels and plodded, completely exhausted, to her gleaming Ion. She opened the door. It still smelled like the detail shop’s strawberry spray.

She gathered the extra fabric of her skirt and seated herself on the cool leather seat. She sighed. It felt so good to sit! She had been dancing almost since she walked in the door.

Her friends had thought she was crazy going to prom stag, but it felt extremely liberating. She’d had a boyfriend in her life since grade school and was actually single, guiltless, and free for the first time ever!

She had been the life of the party. She was so exuberant, her attitude rubbed off on everyone and the dance was a smash hit.

She sighed contentedly and drove toward home.

The train’s horn surprised her as she almost fell asleep at the wheel.

Yep, Greta’s cards were dealt.

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