Jordan Chanslor

How I Met The 99% Luckiest Woman in the World the Evening Before She Was Set to Die

The sun was finally setting for the day. The presence of summer was nearly enough to make me forget about my troubles. Here I was, thirty, unemployed and still asking my mom for rent money. I was about to head back to the apartment to continue job searching when I smelled it. I hurried down the street and turned the corner right into the park. It was two acres long and every inch of it was covered with exciting vendors and chattering people. Tungsten lanterns swung from trees and sparkled off the waters of the reflection pools. White smoke from sizzling food carts steamed into the air. The summer solstice festival. “Come right in sir, come have a seat at my stall,” a grizzled old man shouted. His cheeks were flushed with heat. His stomach was rotund. “Yes, I'm talking to you! You’ve got the look of a man down on his luck, come on over.” As I took a seat he asked, “What’s been bothering you son, is it a woman?”