by Aimee Cirucci
We met up, him on crutches after a wreck that totaled his gumball blue Miata. He drove the car to revive his mojo after losing his job in the valley. Now he was back in New Jersey re-evaluating life. "I am so sorry," I said. "Nah," he replied, "just some karmic payback." Then I remembered how he left her so abruptly when the job appeared; and I couldn't help but smile and feel just the slightest sense of justice, as I helped him to his feet.
Aimee Cirucci, whose website is here, is a Philadelphia area writer who firmly believes in dating karma along with the proven benefits of Italian food, warm weather, blue toenail polish, modern art, and sleeping in.