Sometimes, when you least expect it, something happens that changes everything. The Butterfly Effect, they call it.
Personally, I think Destiny is a name people called “Barbie” give to their rat-sized dogs and spoiled daughters, and Fate is what we blame when our plans fail. Life wasn’t pre-determined. We make our own decisions; we control our lives. Sometimes we’re dealt a shitty hand, and we try to make the best of it. Some of us are luckier than others. But it wasn’t meant to be. It’s all just one big old coincidence.
But then sometimes, when you least expect it, something happens that changes everything. An idea, a change of plans, a right turn instead of a left turn, and life as you know it is over.
I never cared about such nonsense. Until one day, when Nicky asked me to participate in a wee little challenge. She came to me wearing her black and white fuck me shoes, the ones that make her legs go on forever, and she was carrying wine.
She whispered to me, sweet nothings about faceless wordsmiths, about star-crossed lovers separated by distance and misfortune, about well-dressed lions and fantastical time pyramids, about handsome men on an endless road trip, about never-ending lyrics and perpetual puns, about a Texan adventure and a snowy wedding, about a mother’s love, and some unfinished business in California.
She made it sound like an adventure. A journey that only a select few would ever be able to make.
I couldn’t say no. Not when she looked at me like that.
And I realized, it was Destiny. The bitch had finally found me.
And that’s why I got drunk.
This post is part of Nicky and Mike’s 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing challenge. Today’s prompt is And that's why I got drunk. Go check out We Work For Cheese for a list of the other participants. *