“When will I die?” Roger, aged 12, asked the Ouija board.
“Whoa!” said Bernadette, aged 13. “You’re brave!”
They laid their hands on the planchette, and it flew across the board and stopped between the V and the W.
“What does that mean?” Bernadette asked, breathing hard.
“I don’t know,” Roger said. “V is the 22nd letter, W is the 23rd, so maybe I’ll die after college?”
“Or you’ll die in 22 or 23 years,” Bernadette said.
“This is dumb.”
In the year 2045, Roger was crossing 22nd street at 2300 hours when a VW self-driving car took his life.
Author’s Note: If fate exists, I believe it has a sense of humor.