Saturday, September 22, 2018

In the cards


     Some moments in life can’t be measured by how good they were, or how bad. Some just have to stand alone and be remembered as a once in a lifetime feeling.



     He saw her standing at the bus stop on a dreary winter day. She was shivering, her small frame no match for the bone freezing winds that almost toppled her over. She had a scarf around her neck that covered half her face only leaving her eyes exposed with frozen lashes. He sat in his warm car stopped at the light wanting so badly to go to her rescue, but he knew that wasn’t in the cards.

     Sitting at the light on a beautiful summer day he saw her again standing at the bus stop. She wore a colorful dress with red high heels. Her hair was long and pulled back with a ribbon of blue. There was no scarf hiding her face this time, so he saw how beautiful she was and how deeply he wanted to offer her a ride but knew how foolish that would be. It wasn’t in the cards.

     Today he stood at the bus stop as his car broke down and it was going to take days to repair. He had taken a little extra time this morning making sure his clothes were clean and his face shaven. He wanted to make a good impression. He looked at his watch every few seconds it seemed, but she was nowhere in sight. His heart sank a little as the bus approached and people filed in. He was last to climb on board looking one last time, but he guessed it just wasn’t in the cards.




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