Story: Wrong
It was never meant to be this way. A week ago I was a hotel manager barking orders at the blubbering workers. No I was never meant for this job It'll be over soon It'll be over soon I repeat the words over and over as I uneasily waited for the Kid to come back from the bathroom. This was wrong But there's nothing I can do to stop it I look at the gas mileage, it looks like we can only make it another 10 miles, might as well fill up while we can. I checked my credit card, it was spent from the 1016 miles we had covered. My senses told me If we even wanted to make it to the next town, we'd need fuel. But my heart argued something was wrong with the letter, no way. I took out the oily onyx envelope, my heart hammering in my chest. I opened it and pulled out the American Express Centurion Card. And the Warning that came with it.