The flip of a coin into an open palm was all it took to make the decision. Just like the cool dude in Batman. That way it was fate that made the choice not her. She couldn’t look away, as it hovered in mid air, twirling, turning and finally tumbling to the floor.
Heads, or tails? Finally it steadied itself on the tiles in her kitchen. The dark clouds, full of snow, or rain, hovered like a swarm of seagulls fighting over the last chip. Heads, she let him explain why. Tails, his story would be unnecessary.
The Queen smiled her response, and Stephanie put on her coat.
Writer Ravenclaw 