Coincidence

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Coincidence

By: Harry Little

Every day she takes the bus to travel back home from her office in the evening. A routine that she has been following for the past fifteen years. Today, she gets in the same bus_ Bus 101. As is her routine, she takes out the small-sized book from her purse and begins reading. It’s her hobby to read story books, those like novellas. At the second stop, there is this man who jumps-in the same bus. He sits in front of the woman, face-to-face. The bus, as usual, rides on.

The difference between the two is, that the woman has a book in hand; whilst the man is empty handed. All he is doing is watching the outer surrounding from the window. His eyes come across thirty to forty storey buildings, shops, a shopping centre, parking lots, grassy lands, and few houses. He also notices that the woman has turned seven pages of the book in the last three minutes. He then focuses on the cover page and smiles internally.

The third stop is about thirty-five kilometers away. She now packs her bag. She closes the book and says, “I love this book. I have read it nineteen times. In fact, I have memorized the whole story, particularly the dialogues. This excites me whenever I read it.” The man then says, “Ah! I saw that. May I have the book?” She hands the book and he opens the first page, takes out the pen from his coat pocket, and scribbles gently. She is a bit stunned to see him doing that. But wonders what is it that he is doing.

Now the third stop has arrived. He returns the book. She opens the page and is surprised to find a signature along with the words, "Read to heed so you can weed what isn't your need!". It clicks in her mind that it is the autograph of the author of the book she reads. She looks up and finds the seat empty. She then notices from the window that the man has reached far now. The bus doors close and the driver begins riding. She then vociferates, “Stop the bus! My house is here.”


Submitted: February 02, 2021

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Steven P. Pody

Interesting short story. You'd think the author would have had something to say to a loyal fan who's read his book 19 times, instead of just signing it. ...Anyway, a nice, brief literary foray into surprise and coincidence. Cheers! SPP

Thu, February 4th, 2021 8:40am

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Well, didn't thought about that. But thanks for telling me. Cheers!

Thu, February 4th, 2021 6:18am

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