It struck me, with something smaller but comparable to awe, every time I thought about the fact that we grew up in neighbouring towns. Towns that shared a border, and lay on one straight line on a two dimensional map.
It makes me wonder if there was ever a moment in time when I stared off into space, and so did you, and we were both on that line, sixty miles apart, looking at each other without even knowing it. Does the cosmos ever align itself to allow for such possibilities?
Had we known, would you have walked towards me? Would I have walked towards you? Would we have found each other sooner?
Or were we biding our time in our own purgatories, going through what we did, separately, so as to finally find each other, far, far away from both those towns?
Hi everyone! I’m working on a minimalist fiction project for this year’s #AtoZChallenge. The story will be shared in snippets, and the events occur non-sequentially. It is for the reader to interpret and form the “whole”. You can read all the posts here. Join me, and do share links to your AtoZ posts as well!