happening had to be more than 10,000 to 1 and even 100,000 to 1.

People
often threw around the chances of something happening as being 1,000,000 to
1 as an exaggeration of an unlikely event, but he could see that they may
actually be accurate in this situation. Whatever the odds of it happening, he
knew they were big. What he didn't know was whether this happening was
lucky or unlucky.

They had always called it the green river. It made sense. The river was green.
The river likely had a different official name, but to everyone in town, it was
and had always been the green river. So it was with great surprise that on this
day the green river was a fluorescent pink.

The words hadn't flowed from his fingers for the past few weeks. He never
imagined he'd find himself with writer's block, but here he sat with a blank
screen in front of him. That blank screen taunting him day after day had
started to play with his mind. He didn't understand why he couldn't even type
a single word, just one to begin the process and build from there. And yet, he
already knew that the eight hours he was prepared to sit in front of his
computer today would end with the screen remaining blank.

Patrick didn't want to go. The fact that she was insisting they must go made
him want to go even less. He had no desire to make small talk with strangers
he would never again see just to be polite. But she insisted that Patrick go, and
she would soon find out that this would be the biggest mistake she could make
in their relationship.

Sometimes it's the first moment of the day that catches you off guard. That's
what Wendy was thinking. She opened her window to see fire engines
screeching down the street. While this wasn't something completely unheard
of, it also wasn't normal. It was a sure sign of what was going to happen that
day. She could feel it in her bones and it wasn't the way she wanted the day to
begin.

She didn't like the food. She never did. She made the usual complaints and
started the tantrum he knew was coming. But this time was different. Instead
of trying to placate her and her unreasonable demands, he just stared at her
and watched her meltdown without saying a word.

Her hand was balled into a fist with her keys protruding out from between her
fingers. This was the weapon her father had shown her how to make when she
walked alone to her car after work. She wished that she had something a little
more potent than keys between her fingers. It would have been nice to have
some mace or pepper spray. He had been meaning to buy some but had never
gotten around to it. As the mother bear took another step forward with her
cubs in tow, she knew her fist with keys wasn't going to be an adequate
defense for this situation.

Betty was a creature of habit and she thought she liked it that way. That was
until Dave showed up in her life. She now had a choice to make and it would
determine whether her lie remained the same or if it would change forever.

The spot was perfect for camouflage. At least that's what she thought when
she picked the spot. She couldn't imagine that anyone would ever be able to
see her in these surroundings. So there she sat, confident that she was hidden
from the world and safe from danger. Unfortunately, she had not anticipated
that others may be looking upon her from other angles, and now they were
stealthily descending toward her hiding spot.