Part Seven
I didn’t quite slam on the brakes. But almost. Once I had weighed up all of the ‘what ifs’ (not a swift process for a mind filled with exam prep) I pulled up safely, wound down the window and, watching the growing form in the side mirror, I waited. As she approached, I leaned out of the window and smiled.
‘Oh, are you serious?!’
We haven’t discussed this experience since and, being of a scientific bent and a non-believer in fate, I have a less-than-quixotic inclination to explain it away with unromantic realism and probability. Zy doesn’t believe in coincidence for different reasons...
THE END
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