Date in God's House

The Chance

Brooding through the still quiet night, he wonders if it was fate or God's divine intervention. Perhaps it was coincidence, a mere meeting of past acquaintances and the passing-by of no consequence. Maybe it was Bygone's taunt, a way of reminding him of his sordid past. Perchance Destiny was paving the path to a beautiful future, one with brilliant hope and radiant splendour. Or may it be his prayers were answered?

Other than the morning madness and frenzied rush, it began like any other day. Except he was going to be late for church and desperately needed a bus. And, of course, by God's design a bus was galloping down for him to catch. He probably made the best decision of his day by giving chase, despite not knowing whether he could get to it in time.

By sheer grit and determination(or a stroke of luck), he did. He had acquired a strange little habit to scan wherever he was for any girl good-looking from his friends. And his radar seemed to pick nothing up though there was this girl, head tipped down presumably asleep and face obscured by her hair.

Brushing it aside, he stood silent and still, waiting for his destination.

He zipped off the bus and up the flight of stairs when he decided, for some inexplicable reason, to look back.

That's when he saw her.