The alarm set off once more, it was the fourth time she snoozed it this morning, her mother came in and got her out of bed, it’s been starting to become a habit now, her being late for work. She dragged her feet to her office, clumsily holding the paperwork, she set them on her […]
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A Cool Summer Breeze

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The alarm set off once more, it was the fourth time she snoozed it this morning, her mother came in and got her out of bed, it’s been starting to become a habit now, her being late for work. She dragged her feet to her office, clumsily holding the paperwork, she set them on her desk and stood to catch the blazing rays of sun penetrating through the curtains. She was toying with her high bun, putting back a fallen strand of hair, talking to her friends about her troubled sleep and back pains, when she saw the scooter of her dreams parked outside her office building under the tree, a vintage Vespa designed with the union flag on its front and sides.

Dumbfounded, she first stood still, then she shrieked and muffled her excitement when everyone around her was wondering why she suddenly jumped, while moments ago she was having trouble standing still. Her best friends gathered around her and looked at the same scenery. They had one aim now, to figure out who was the owner of that scooter.

Moments later, and after taking turns to watch over the parking spot, she was standing her head pressed to the glass, cursing under her breath her stress and anxiety that were keeping her from her needed good night sleep, bored from all the paperwork and customers, tired of faking a smile she could no longer get herself to form, when all of a sudden, he showed, helmet in hand, and a file under his arm. She instantly scurried outside to get a better view of that mysterious guy she was waiting for all morning. A tall slender man stood next to his bike, fidgeting with the papers he was trying to put away, she was numb for some seconds, her mind going on overdrive, here he was the person she was wondering about, she would’ve went down and talked to him, she thought to herself, when he got on the road and left. All she had left of that moment, was a memory of a man and his Vespa and a picture her friend hurriedly snapped with her phone. It was a moment of wonder, it passed, she moved on with her hectic day at work.

It’s always been a subject of wonder whether the walker chose the path, or the path the walker, on that hot summer day, she would come to believe it was the latter, for her destiny was just around the corner of the road she and her friends decided to take when going back home on foot. They were strolling down the pavement, heatedly discussing something, it was hot and the sun was blazing. She was getting dizzy when she saw it out of the corner of her eyes, she stood still, could no longer move, and gave out that loud gasp that every passerby stopped to look at what was happening, she blinked twice, it was still there, the blue British Vespa was still there.

Under a tree, they stood for a while for her to catch her breath, she couldn’t believe that it was there, she thought that she would never see him again, she was beginning to get light-headed, and a little short of breath, he was out there, holding his black helmet, taking his scooter and leaving, blood rose to her face, intensifying the blush she already had from walking under sunlight at noon. He moved closer to them taking the crossroads and as soon as she realized where she was standing, taking in her surroundings, he had already left.

It was nearly a dream, she felt as if everything was merely a figment of her imagination, and while she was oblivious to everything around her, her route was being drawn for her, for sometimes what we believe to be a mere coincidence, is just us getting caught in fate’s trap in order to reach our written destiny.

 

 

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