Destiny Waiting – Sunday Photo Fiction – 3/26/17

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Cal listened to the gentle lapping of the water against the long bridge allowing it to almost hypnotize him while he made his way along the wet boards. A passing rainstorm still left the sky with some deep blues which could mean the promise of more.

In the distance Cal was sure he could see the form of a person on the angled poles set on the sides of the bridge. What was the person doing? As he accumulated a few more steps he realized the person was a young girl. That young girl! The one he watched in the market every weekend.

“Hello,” she said as drew near.

“How do you do that?”

“What?”

“Walk on these without falling, especially when they are wet?”

“Well, I promised myself I would do this until you asked me out. I have been doing it for almost three months now, so I suppose what they say about practice makes perfect must have some truth.”

“You think I am going to ask you out?”

“Aren’t you?” she said blinking her deep azure yes as she smiled.

“Yes,” Cal said. “But first, what is your name?”

“Destiny. Destiny Wayne,” she said smiling.

 

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10 thoughts on “Destiny Waiting – Sunday Photo Fiction – 3/26/17

      1. He said “density” the first time he was talking to Lorainne but changed it right before Biff and his goons came to break things up.

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