Quite unexpectedly, Jillian’s luck had taken a winning turn. Cautionary optimism had been abruptly replaced with unshakable certainty, and she would never again view her life the same.
She blamed solitaire.
Until recently, it was the one card game she had expressly passed off as a waste of time.
“Surely there are better things to do,” she concluded.
Staring off into space would be a far more acceptable choice to spend one’s idle time. Perhaps it was this opinion that shadowed her sudden curiosity in playing the game herself.
Working on her laptop one hot afternoon, she found herself void of any interest in writing. Endless themes raced through her mind, yet not one was worthy of words. “Writer’s block” is often misinterpreted as “I don’t give a shit.”
No one else was home. Not one human being in sight could offer any reason for the manner in which she peered around apprehensively immediately after witnessing her very first hand of solitaire spill out onto the screen.