Chance that carries us

The year you died, I won the lottery.

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I won the lottery, and then you died. What were you doing in those months that I spluttered and failed in this city? How did you feel your way through those hours and days, and who was by your side?

I won the lottery and I squandered my winnings, thanks to love. You lost even more thanks to hate, the warping of love beyond the point it warps us all. I think of those months that separated us, and how I was turning toward you the entire time, coming closer, thinking I was moving myself along, but really it was life under my feet taking me a different way. The pretence of control, as if winning the lottery doesn’t already prove that it’s random, chance that carries us.

You died alone. But I was there. After. In the 13 minutes it took for the police to arrive. Sitting, standing, crouching, doubled over. Pacing in the smallest circle, careful not to touch or move – Stay still, they said. And I knew they meant to say – Someone was there before you, someone left their mark. If you don’t disturb. And you know where to look …

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Beginning A Novel

The idea for my second novel is taking shape. Beginning again is its own kind of memory …

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One thought on “Chance that carries us

  1. I am simply enthralled by your writing. It’s at once exquisite, heartbreaking, sensual and so full of real life musings. Thank you for sharing your gift and your story.

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