This is a work of fiction based upon a prompt from the Studio Thirty Crew. I am posting it here and there. The prompt is based upon the word Serendipity
Serendipity – Luck that takes the form of finding valuable or pleasant things that are not looked for.
There is a very large bruise on my left arm. It is not camouflaged with makeup or masked by my shirt but open and available for viewing by all who stumble upon it. I mention this because it is kind of psychedelic looking and when I think of serendipity I think of the sixties.
I am almost a child of the sixties but not quite. Born just prior to the moon landing and Woodstock I am able to say that I saw the very last part of that decade but truth is that I donâ€™t remember it from life experience but from pictures.
The seventies are a different story. I remember them quite well. The movies, the music, sights and sounds all are encased in that cavernous hall between my ears. Echoes of the past and hints of the future swirl back and forth in a timeless dance.
But even though I remember those days well the memories are those of a child. I remember wanting to be The Fonz and wondering if being in high school meant having to be a Sweathog. It was cool to tell my friends â€œup your nose with a rubber hoseâ€ or to say that they looked like Horshack.
It was a bit weird to see Vinnie Barbarino dancing in Saturday Night Fever but then again we still ran around yelling â€œDy-No-Miteâ€ like J.J. Walker so what did we know.
VANS were cool to wear but I never did own a pair. They didnâ€™t make them in sizes that I could fit into. The pizza joints we used to hit all had sawdust on the floor and many had Pong. Pong was great as was Space Invaders.
In between and intermixed with this are memories of the Bicentennial, America turned 200 years old. We talked about it a lot during school and boy did we get excited when we got one of those Bicentennial quarters- they were cool.
It was a different world, a different time and a different place. I loved it when daylight savings time began. Never worried about a lost hour of sleep because I was too busy celebrating the extra hours of daylight that my friends and I had for playing after school. It just meant more time to ride our bikes or play baseball.
I never thought for one moment somewhere in the middle of the country there was a little girl with long dark hair, sparkling eyes and an electric smile. You can blame it on my being too young to be interested in girls or my being lost in my own world. You can blame it on either of those things or none of them. The reason why doesnâ€™t really matter. What matters is what happened later on. What matters is what came later.
I suppose that it would be nice to pepper this post with pictures and music. It would add color and depth to it. But sometimes the silence and the intent to include imagination do more for a story. Sometimes the words that tell you about the smiling girl who loved numbers and the boy who loved words set a scene on their own.
Sometimes the silence sends its own smile and that is enough. What I know for certain is that I never expected to meet my best friend on a message board. I never expected to find her reading about GI problems.
It is not as romantic as stumbling into each other in a snowstorm or on a beach. It doesnâ€™t hold the same excitement as my stopping a mugger from stealing a big black purse. Â To be fair she might be more excited by my solving the Goldbach Conjecture or by providing Proof that 10 is a solitary number.
And that is ok with me because the connection that was created that day way back when started with our minds. All we had were words. There were no pictures to look at. We didnâ€™t spot each other across a crowded room; meet in a bar or anything like that.
We didnâ€™t have to worry about bad hair or bad outfits. Our words created a world and built a foundation that was far deeper and much stronger.
Sounds like Serendipity to me.