Solitaire

A card after card she draws from the pack and each time she is disappointed.

A Three of Spade.
A Jack of Hearts.
A Ten of Diamond.
A Three of Spade again.

She sighs but doesn't scrap the game. Each time a disappointing card falls face up in the stack in front of her, she draws another more fervently, with a foolish hope that her Lady Luck would finally smile upon her.

The Small Voice Inside Her Head sighs.

'Call it the end. Scrap the game already!'

She purses her lips determinedly, trying to ignore.

'Here you are, trying to fight the losing battle.' The Voice whispers, 'I hate this habit of yours.'

'Why do you keep reappearing! I shoo you away all the time, yet you are shameless enough to come back.' she hisses under her breath.

'Because I am the only one who has ever made sense, aren't I? Besides,' The Small Voice Inside Her Head says matter-of-factly, 'Somebody has to save you from yourself.