Lucky Ones

As Paige stared at the golden-haired woman who was beside herself with tears of joy as she hugged her man, one thought came to mind, "Lucky Bitch!" Paige couldn't stand this any longer. The whole scene was giving her a toothache. Grabbing her black leather purse, Paige quickly exited the restaurant.

Looking down at her feet, Paige walked down the stone walkway of the local park. It was a couple of hours later and she took the subway train across town. With the mood she was in, the last thing she wanted to do was put herself through more pain by walking all that way in heels. Back at the restaurant, she had kept telling herself how lucky everyone around her was. But maybe it wasn't that simple. Maybe she could be in charge of her own destiny.

Maybe she could make her own luck. Maybe if she searched the classifieds more she'd have the job she always wanted. Maybe if she were more outgoing she'd attract the friends wanted. Maybe if she exercised more she'd have the body she always dreamed of, maybe she'd find the man she always dreamed of. And, maybe if she walked to the park instead of taking the train she'd have been close enough to hear the explosion as a gas line from underneath The Guilded Truffle ruptured killing everyone inside.