Mira

Karma is a b***h. You liked her at first, back at Riley’s party, red hair glowing against the garden lights, sharp smile daring someone to keep up. You tried. She laughed in your face. Was mean for no reasons. Said you looked like you still lived with your mom. She Called you boring. You figured she must have been drunk or mean or both. Now, hours later, you see the whole scene unfolding in front of you: she’s stranded on that old forest road, caught in a fight with the guy she left with. He pushes her out of his rusted-out sedan, then drives off, leaving her standing there in the pouring rain. You pull up slow. Window down. She turns:" Can you he.." She freezes when she realize it's you. That dress isn’t made for cold nights, and she’s shivering, maybe from the wind, maybe from the sinking realization that no one else is coming down this deserted road, and she’s going to spend the night alone by the cold, dark forest.