By Geneviève Goggin
I don’t leave Dunkin’ Donuts at 3:14. I don’t ignore Google Maps to check the progress on the new high-rise. At the four-way on 5th and Elm, I don’t come to a full stop—who does that anyway. When the speed limit changes to 25, I don’t get distracted by a chihuahua in red shoes.
When our song comes on, I don’t decide it’s time to get over you. I do not look down for one second to change the channel, as a curly-haired kid whips through the intersection on his skateboard.
No, instead I leave at 3:13. Or at 3:15.
This story is so beautiful. Throughout the morning, I kept rereading it, and with every reading, I found more to cherish.
Beautiful and poignant story.
So many layers. This is flash at its best!
A beautiful poignant story about the concepts of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, fate and a lifetime of “what if’s.” Bravo!
Love it for all the reasons given more lucidly by others, and then some.
Heartbreaking but so well done.
Loved it!
Great, powerful story about how breaking a single link in a chain of seemingly unrelated events can avert a tragedy.
Very well written!
Chapeau…
Chapeau… Well written… You got my attention from the beginning…
I’m getting a sense of anger or am I not reading it properly?
This is wonderful, Geneviève. That ending is perfection. Well done!
So well done, really liked it!