“I’m not adopted!” Joy slaps the driving wheel, her voice in clear distress.
It’s pouring rain outside her jeep. Joy is a young woman in her twenties; probably twenty-six since she looks old enough to fit the age. It’s very true for an individual like Joy J. Lawson on this planet. Joy has an odd pair of glasses on which is something a woman wouldn’t wear on a rainy day. Her hair is jumbled up in a mess. A cat could have seen her fingers are slippery and trembling.
Joy’s eyes squeezed shut briefly as the window wipes went back and forth getting rid of the water on the window shield.
“I’m not adopted.” Joy cries,re-opening her eyes.
Joy glances at a silver object hanging from a thread dangling from the rear view mirror.
“I can’t be.” Joy said in denial, as she wipes a tear off under the odd glasses.
And then the craziest thing in Joy’s life happened. A man hit the window shield—his back first—which conflicted the window shield wipers by bumping into his shoulders and then he fell off. Joy’s eyes grew huge as though someone told her the Easter Bunny is real. Her jaw fell open when the initial shock had come over.
“What the hell!” Joy’s jeep spun in circles on the road across from the man who had landed on her window shield. A minute later she came to a halt across from a unconscious figure. “I’m a good driver.”
She looks stunned and tensed up.
“Count to three.” Joy tells herself, putting her jeep into park mode. “One . . two . . three.”
She takes a breath, and then exhales.
“Oh damn it, Joy. ” Joy slaps her forehead, while shaking it both ways. She makes an over-exaggerated groan. “You just hit a man.”
Joy gets out of the vehicle taking a spare umbrella. She slammed her jeep door hard. Then she took a few hesitative steps forward. After all she is the only woman on the road. Well in Wisconsin people wouldn’t go on the road anyway. But unlike most people in Wisconsin in America; Joy had driven in the rain. There is was not a sight of headlights coming forwards.
“Are you okay?” Joy shouts, standing a few feet away from the figure on the road.
Pitter patter platter went the rain on the road.
“Urgh.” The man replied with a groan.
Joy shifts her shoes together, trying to decide what to do next. She came to a conflicting solution. Joy sighs, muttering to herself about some fictional character known widely in the multimedia world. Joy comes to the man while thinking; I do not want to see a horrifying image in my brain until the day I die. Then after coming to the man, Joy turns him over facing her direction.
The man is apparently unconscious.
Joy tilts her head after observing him in the rain.
“Is he engineered to look good?” Joy thought outloud.
The man looks young, well dressed, and attractive.
“I shouldn’t be thinking Bingo.” Joy said, looking down at the man.
Joy looks both ways just to make sure nobody is coming. Then, acting as a concerned Citizen, she some-how managed to get him into her jeep. Well she put him in the back. Joy shuts the driver door. Sometimes being over-reactive; such as news that she’s adopted, did really come in handy. In a way the bad news did have a bright side.
She heard the man groan.
“Candy always works.” Joy grabs a candy box and then threw it on the man’s back.
That candy box has her name on it. Then Joy drove to the hospital and dropped him off thinking he might have internal injuries from that little incident. Joy gave the candy box to the nurse and instructed her to give it to the man once he woke up. What little did Joy know who she had hit; he is a god.Loki, the God of Mischief, and he happened to be stranded on Earth for a while. Why? Time would only tell.