Three of Spades

It was the Three of Spades this time: Today when I was leaving my Writing About Literature class. It was laying face-down, and I picked it up on my way out of the class.

The second time had been similar. It was several days ago, maybe Wednesday or Thursday. At lunch I had gotten up to get a drink and on my return trip back to the table I almost stepped on a playing card. I picked it up, the Three of Diamonds. I gave it to my roommate and thought nothing more of it.

The first time was about a month ago. It was the Eight of Clubs then, sticking part of the way out of the snow on my way to work. I thought it was odd, so I wrote it down and dated it. Friday, January 24th.

It was a month ago today. What does that mean? It has to mean something; three times in such a short period of time can't just be a coincidence. It's as if I'm solving a murder mystery and the killer is leaving me clues. But no one has been killed, and the only mystery is what goofy klutz is walking around dropping playing cards everywhere?