“ Stop at the station, I’d like to see you.”
The mechanic’s handwritten note on a Paul’s Super Shell receipt stuck under her banged up Ford Mustang’s windshield wiper was meant to be a happy surprise.
The note blew off the windshield during a summer storm. Never seen by the recipient?
Chance, the big decider.
He never heard from her, asked the bank teller out instead of the teacher. They had four children, being Catholic and all. Followed by a divorce after fifteen years. He couldn’t communicate it seemed. She never felt he truly loved her. At least the lawyer claimed.
But wait! The summer storm moved swiftly. The windshield wiper on the banged up Ford Mustang embraced the note and held fast, as though knowing Cupid himself had put it in charge.
After a million embraces and who knows how many words, he and the teacher celebrated fifty-one years of marriage. Their children and grandchildren surrounded them with love. The handwritten- note still nestled in her Hope Chest, a testament to serendipity.
— Mugsy
The mechanic’s handwritten note on a Paul’s Super Shell receipt stuck under her banged up Ford Mustang’s windshield wiper was meant to be a happy surprise.
The note blew off the windshield during a summer storm. Never seen by the recipient?
Chance, the big decider.
He never heard from her, asked the bank teller out instead of the teacher. They had four children, being Catholic and all. Followed by a divorce after fifteen years. He couldn’t communicate it seemed. She never felt he truly loved her. At least the lawyer claimed.
But wait! The summer storm moved swiftly. The windshield wiper on the banged up Ford Mustang embraced the note and held fast, as though knowing Cupid himself had put it in charge.
After a million embraces and who knows how many words, he and the teacher celebrated fifty-one years of marriage. Their children and grandchildren surrounded them with love. The handwritten- note still nestled in her Hope Chest, a testament to serendipity.
— Mugsy
How many random events affect our lives every day, and we never even know.
ReplyDeleteTwo complete stories. One note. Well crafted. Really enjoyed
ReplyDeleteAh, the power of the writer! Will it be YES? Or NO? Goddess-like, she casts the spell. ---Macoff
ReplyDeleteOh, gosh! I just assumed "Mugsy" is a woman! Are ye, lass?
DeleteYes, I am a woman.
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