The light wet snow was hitting his wind
shield as he drove down the black glass street in his plum colored ‘Saturn’. He
grabbed his iPod and put on a song taking in all the aspects of Eddie Vedder’s
vocals and the rest of Pearl Jam. His
mind was lost; so much stress had been taking hold of him. However, as he rode
down the long street next to the mountains his mind became one with the road.
He fixed his eyes on the dog park he was approaching, and as he entered the
parking lot he lightly patted his friend on the back. Maybe not a human in
form, but greater than a human in heart his dog Axel licked his ears as he
eagerly noticed the location. He made his way up to the big friendly tree with
Axel and got out his camera and notebook. Every so often Axel would have to
leave behind a ‘property signature’ to large landmarks such as big plants,
rocks, and trees. Such things made him
chuckle, he looked back to his notebook and began to write. He wrote about life
and how the rude waves of the ocean must make way for the great wave, a
tsunami. He wrote about hate and how the world was leading towards a war not of
technology, but of hatred towards one another. He wrote about love, and how
even he has been touched by the wickedness of a woman, the fear and lust that
followed the dip into the unknown. Most of all he wrote about hope, about
relationships. Such things, even if just fiction, found him dreaming of a world
he chose to get lost in for a few precious minutes.
The Charlie Brown theme started to echo
around the baron dog park and he and Axel looked at one another before he
answered it. With the blue phone to his ear he began to speak to his mother and
was being sent on another ravaging quest to deliver the following ingredients
to the house from the store down the long stretch of road. He had to force his
dog back into the car treating him like a child who didn’t get the toy they
wanted, and also ignoring Axel’s grumpy looking face squashed up on the dash
board he made his way to the store for his mother.
The parking lot was as crazy as usual,
after a few minutes he parked the car and said goodbye to axel. As he made his
way to the metal bars to grab the last cart another hand made its way to the
cart. He looked up to see a blonde girl staring back at him with a confused
smile. She laughed and let him take the cart until he offered it back. He made
his way to the cash register when the Charlie Brown theme echoed amongst the
frozen food section. He answered to hear the voice cracking of his brother.
After a slight argument with his brother he made his way to the cereal section
to get his brother’s desired ‘Cinnamon Toast Crunch’ when a familiar person
grabbed the last.
“Ok this is just weird!” He said
with a smart ass voice.
“Oh my god I know” she said “This
is a sign!”
“Of course” he said with a smile
Slight
warmth filled his heart as he walked away. He turned around and watch the girl walk down
the hall knocking down a couple boxes before turning around red cheeked and
looking back to him. What was apparent
to him was that he had a choice; he had a few seconds to do what was going on
in his head. Life is made on choices, it’s made on seconds, chances that few
people can make but when they do they either fall, or rise. He grabbed the
second best cereal he could find before rushing through the cashier which
seemed to take hours. He barely caught the girl walking out of the store when
he saw his whole future flash in front of him.
“I was wondering, would you like
to get a coffee or something?”
She looked down to her feet before looking
up at him, her green blue eyes reflecting off the sun. She smiled and looked at
her phone. With a quick debate in her head she nodded. Something reached her mind, the same thing
that reached his, it was the idea of destiny, about fate, and something that
became very clear as they spend twenty five minutes at coffee shop down the
block was that this world is made off of relationships. This world is made off
of simple people entering other simple people’s lives. Yes, they are simple but
they make amazing things. These relationships can be hard, they can be enemies,
they can also be a simple hello on the sidewalk from a stranger. What makes it
a relationship is the positive or negative difference you had walking away from
it. And as he drove away from the coffee shop with her number in hand and tea
in the other he smiled to himself. An accident, that’s all anything, really is.
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