twister

Lightning does strike the same place more than once. The Empire State Building being struck about 23 times a year should serve as good enough evidence.

Don't fucking tell me it doesn't strike in the same place twice. It does. Over and over.

You aren't supposed to be here. There's that thing called Chance and there's that other goddamned thing called twist of Fate. I always get the twist. I just got the twist.

What a moment that was. "Hey you!" you said. "Fuck you" I thought. "Fancy running into you here of all places," you added smiling. "Fuck," I thought, "Can it get any worse?"

Of course it can. Never ask that asinine question. It can always get worse. I knew that. I just forgot right then. And I brought on some more of the twisted karma onto myself.

In she walked.

Oh fuck.

So I smile and vomit out some words as I look for the friend I came here with. Can't find her.

We stand there awkwardly. What the hell am I supposed to say? A few seconds feel like hours. In those hours I noticed your coat. I liked it. I wondered if I could ask you where you bought it so I could go see if they had one in my size. I noticed your hands. Again. I always noticed the artsy fingers. Today, five were gripping a take-away coffee and the other five were fussing with your hair. Shoes. The same old ones. I could see the scar under your chin. Must have been the light. Normally, it wasn't so obvious. The jeans needed a wash.

The hour ends and she asks me how I'm doing. I keep smiling and say, "Same. Well. Thanks." There's another awkward pause. I fill it with, "And you?" I don't really give a flying fuck how she's doing but I still ask. I'm taking tiny steps backwards and sideways. Edging away. Gathering distance. She grips your arm and says something that sounds too fucking chirpy. I notice her perfectly manicured hands and that nude shade of nail polish.

I've had it really. I don't need to do this. I don't need to be 'nice' or 'polite'. I was civil and that was more than enough. When I walk away - which I will in just a second - I will have a goddamned word with Chance. Something is seriously screwed with Chances' settings. It's happening too often.

Friend walks up behind me. She doesn't even know you. She laughs and says a bright and happy "Hi!" I tell you I have to leave and you say, "Sure. Good to run into you." I could say 'likewise' but fuck no. Enough pretense. I nod and walk out.

I don't know what happened after that. I'm home now. And I'm wondering why I ran into you. A reason for everything - there is.

Just can't seem to figure this one out.

Yet.

23/11/07; 2:24am