I stumble upon a queen of hearts. In the middle of dirt. On the side of the road. I bend over and pick up the muddy, mangled, magnificent piece of paper. She is worn and flimsy. I could tell she has brought hours of fun to many. I wonder where she came from. How her 51 friends are doing without her. How such a beautiful work of art ends up here— Living a lonely boring life with No war, blackjack, or poker to play. I happily bring her home and introduce her to my deck. But she stands out. Her bright red back shining amongst the other blue backed cards. She doesn’t belong here. So… I remove her, And place her in the middle of my Lord of The Rings novel.