fate or destiny?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Deep colors and vivid imagination, therein lie the ramblings of a thought provoked questioning boy.

Submitted: May 08, 2008

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Here i lie, staring up into a cloud filled sky watching the colors of the night change; first green then yellow then red.
Complete silence, with not a movement of anything much less the squeal of tires or the clatter of coins and the shouts of a prostitute gathering her last coins from the street nearby. There's no sirens or anything that would mark the passage of anything save the blinking lights, my watch that reads a blank "4:20" and my fully alive memory...
Where would i be if i hadn't stopped two steps earlier? Would i be standing at my own wedding with my wife to be holding a shotgun to my head? It could have easily been, with a tad more than kissing in that wal -mart parking lot. Maybe it was fate that with a siren and flashing lights that forced us two "lovebirds" out of our dreams and fantasies. Maybe it was destiny that night when her parents called, demanding she be home before curfew, despite her protests of "having a blast at her friend's house."
How did i keep my cool and stay alive while that man with the dark ski mask stuck his gun in my face and demand the contents of the drawer? How was it so easy for him to go limp with a simple trip and a "lucky" bang to the head that made his fall so silent in my mind? How did i escape that bizarre car accident with barely a few scratches to my nose and wrists, despite the passerby that saw my ghost leave me? Even my parents admit to "destiny" in the course of my birth, and the doctors who begged my mother to abort ship and get off.
yellow...
How did that man know that we were completely freaked out in the middle of desolate Africa to hum his hymn and calm our imaginations and put away their guns and devices of torture? Was it fate, was it destiny? Was it for my eyes to see the image of something beyond when my grandma was carried out lifeless on her stretcher?
red...
Was destiny involved in calming my fears as she told me of better things to come in "just having the adventure road trip of a lifetime"? Maybe I'll yet doubt destiny, but perhaps San Diego knew... Silence still, like the moments before that grotesque plane crash mere feet away from the most gorgeous reddish glow of a sunset I have ever experienced on that Aussie hilltop no one ever knew about. Maybe it was the silence that made it so unnerving, as the glow on the horizon. Or was it the green flash that i thought we were supposed to have seen as i stood there with her; perfect, before i found out she had a boyfriend.
I see a green flash now, but it's not the sunset; It's straight above me and the night comes all together with the squealing of tires, the honking and the stop motion of the camera's flash in my mind of the under body of the car which is passing like lightening speed over my head. I see the flash of yellow as the car explodes into the building behind me and the roar of red as the flames leap to life.
4:21AM.
"Destiny... pfft.  yeah right."
I got up and dusted the dirt off my back.


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