“What were there odds of us —
our wayward souls finding each other?”
Maybe it was fate that found us together that night. Or maybe it was chance. Just hearts calling out through the darkness hoping someone — anyone — would answer. What were the odds, I wonder, that two wayward souls would manage to find two empty seats just waiting to be taken? What were the odds that I would find you sitting there, as if you were waiting for me?
© Sarah Doughty
If that’s not fate,
I don’t know what to call it.