Saturday night I was playing Rummy with my partner in crime. I looked at my hand. I thought, I could really use a ten of clubs.
The next card he put down was, in fact, a ten of clubs.
A few turns later, I thought, I really need a two.
The next card I picked was a two.
Toward the end of the game, I wanted a five. He put one down.
Yesterday I went biking. I wore a turquoise blue t-shirt. Walking toward me were three women, each wearing a turquoise blue shirt. A woman ran a little in front of me. She, too, wore a turquoise blue tee.
Today I went to a park to read Peanut, a funny graphic novel. It’s about a teenage girl who feigns a peanut allergy at her new high school. As I was walking home, I saw a stellar jay hopping on a branch. It held something in its beak. I peered closer. It was a peanut.
That’s my story in a nutshell.