It’s not June yet, and I’m back!
I wrote this fiction story last night for:
Chance Encounter “This week’s Discover Challenges, inspired by Ann Cavitt Fisher’s “The Train,” asks you to focus on a chance encounter.
She stood toward one side of the pond. Shivering in the chilly dusk even though it was April.
Yes, April. But looking to one side of the pond, it was winter with tiny snowcaps glazed upon the frozen bank. A light layer of fog seemed to make a new home just inches above the water. Forever.
She looked across the pond and gasped. With it’s springtime appearance, a couple of ducks along with a few flower buds. And . . . She almost lost her balance on the slippery ground.
A tall man stood there by the water’s edge, gazing in her direction. Wearing an indigo blue winter coat with the cutest plaid scarf. My plaid.
What? She thought. She didn’t know anything about this stranger. Glancing down at her plaid clad hands, she wondered what to do. Should I stroll over there? Ask him his name? And where did he come from?
Casting her eyes on him once more, she noticed a movement.
He took a few steps in her direction.
And she took a few steps in his direction.
And they met in the middle. Along the pond’s sweet, scenic edge.