It Must Have Been Fate

By , 22 September 2011

It Must Have Been Fate

As I leant over to wash the sand from my feet I saw someone give me a shy wave out of the corner of my eye. I recognized her face, but it took me a moment to place her.

She was the good one. The one I had seen playing in the waves with her friends. Playful girls make the best girlfriends.

We had flirted a bit, but I didn't really run anything on her. Now she was waving at me.

I sat next to her and as we talked she leant her leg against mine. Our shoulders touched and she smiled. With only fifteen minutes to spend together, we took a walk along the beach, chased each other and kissed briefly.

But now she was going, leaving me only with the number for her broken cellphone and the name of her town.

It Must Have Been Fate

I penciled in a stop off in her town on my travels and tried to forget her. Such a weak lead is hardly worth pursuing.

A week later I got off the bus in her town fully expecting to get back on by the end of the day. I took a stroll. It was a peaceful place with clean streets and lots of pretty girls.

Like that one over there.

I should talk to her. But what would I say?

Before I could decide, she turned around and looked at me.

Oh my god.

My heart skipped a beat.

It was her.


About Roger Keays

It Must Have Been Fate

I suppose I am a problem solver. Either that, or I am an organic carbon-based life form whose function is to convert oxygen into carbon dioxide. You could go either way on that. I'm into languages and stuff. I recently published my first book. It's okay, I guess. Lots of sex and drama--plus it's a true story. Let's see... What else? I like reading, swimming, playing music, and annoying Seda. KAPOW!

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