Riley is an initiator. She builds plans from the ground up, turns it into a team project, gets everyone involved. This time, however, it all fell apart. Friends were either too busy or they were nowhere to be found, too far away and far too preoccupied meddling with their own little lives.
So Riley says fuck it. And leaves town herself to see her plan through. She hops in her Karmann Ghia convertible, but before she can pull into the freeway on ramp, she's plowed by a semi into a telephone pole.
The police arrive. The paramedics arrive. The fire department arrives. Sirens are flashing and wailing blue and red.
Somewhere in the sky specs of ice and dust streak across the earth's atmosphere and disintegrate, but Riley can't see it from where she lies.
Better luck next year.
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