Sometimes it felt as if I had been dealt nothing but Jokers. No cards of use had ever fallen into my lap. I waited. And waited. But waiting won’t do. Something the naive and privileged don’t realise. They expect. I checked myself, I don’t expect kudos, I learned and I did. I stood and I built and I grew. I struggled and came through as most people have to do. But once, and sometimes I think about this and it makes me feel sick, I just thought things would happen. That life was a simple game to play. It’s not.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories):
Four of us then, siblings growing together finding ways through the long holidays and weekends. Monopoly was another favourite. And Cluedo, Buccaneer, other card games. Sometimes a board games olympics.
Now it is Solitaire all the way. And mostly on my phone. Can’t quite bear to get out the physical cards anymore.
