When Coincidence was meant to stumble into Fate.

Recently, I was looking at the image that circulates around the internet of the quote from the Musings: The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories that reads ‘“Well, look who I ran into,” crowed Coincidence. 

“Please,” flirted Fate, “this was meant to be.”’

I sincerely hope that by turning it into a slightly longer story, I won’t ruin the sheer beauty of it.

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Coincidence lives a lifetime of serendipity.

He’s twenty three and lives in an apartment with a great view that he got for a steal simply because he bumped into a realtor in the supermarket who gushed about it to him in the line at the grocery store as he paid for his bananas.

He buys two lottery scratch cards on his way home and finds himself $70 richer. Twice. And then he manages to catch the elevator doors the second before they close on their way up to the 72nd floor.

Coincidence really loves his view.



Fate believes in destiny, and isn’t quite sure why she can’t seem to settle down yet.

She’s all about the fortune cookies, and the love at first sight and the kismet. She doesn’t really believe that anything, ever, is an accident.

So she leaves home and heads for work at the nine-to-five she needs to pay the bills, and stumbles into the wrong building out of her own carelessness. They’re holding interviews.

Fate loves her new job.



A club? Coincidence thinks. Well, why not.

Fate really shouldn’t be out this late if she wants to be just-early-enough for her perfect job.

Coincidence doesn’t even like to drink.

Fate is a lightweight.

“Can I have just a Coke please?” Fate tries to say to the bartender, but struggles to be heard over the music. He doesn’t hear her. He shakes his head, and begins to turn to service another, louder, customer.

“Two Cokes,” Coincidence says loudly, his voice perfectly finding a break in the music. The bartender nods and bends to pick two out of the fridge.

Fate runs her finger through the wet ring her glass makes on the wooden counter.



Coincidence dips his head closer, smiling. “Well, look who I ran into,” crowed Coincidence.

“Please,” flirted Fate, “this was meant to be.”

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I apologise. The continuity in this is so terrible, but I was so bored I had to do something. Even if it is a very bad something. I don’t own the original story. There’s my disclaimer. And my apology.

Truly, I'm more of a coincidence myself. 

Happy Fathers' Day to all the dads who are steady doing their thing and raising, loving and mentoring amazing kids and

A special Fathers' Day to the one I love the most, my daddy.

I am a Daddy's Girl by profession (and spoiled rotten), so of course I'm all about that long epistle of a Daddy Appreciation post. (No hard feelings, Mommy, it's just that... well, he's Daddy... and... yeah. I just had to.)

I have very fond childhood memories of Daddy - who let me sit on his shoulders at Disney when I couldn't see the parade, and helped me across the monkey bars and pushed me on swings... but now that parade is called 'life' and he's still the one who helps me to see. Those monkeys bars and those swings? Obstacles that he still helps me across. Things change, but they definitely stay the same.

I have a father who lets me express myself, and loves me because I'm me and that's amazing. A lot of people say they don't truly know who their parents are as people, but I have the pleasure of saying that I know my Daddy as a person. And he's a darn good one.

My Daddy is the best of toughness and the best of softness. He's my rock when I need him to be, but he's also my pillow when I need him to be. I know wherever Daddy is, there's home.

Even when I'm mad at Daddy, I just have to take one good look at him and I'm smiling again. Daddy has an incredible sense of humour (though I don't tell him, because his jokes are really lame sometimes and I'd hate to admit that I'm lame too) and he clearly never grows up, even though he's regretfully getting... old. :(

I'm lucky. No, I'm more than lucky. I'm blessed. I'm so incredibly grateful for the father I have, and I really wish more people could have a father as amazing as mine.

Here's to my Daddy, for being the only man who's ever been my knight in shining armour. For the man who was there before the boys, and will occupy the number one spot even after those boys. For the father who gave me my love of adventure, of expression, of being alive. For the father who stuck around, who taught me that a man could love a woman and build a life with that woman, raise children with that woman; giving me hope that maybe someday somebody could love me like that.

Here's to the hot boy with the big van and the huge hugs.

Here's to the almost eighteen years of love, support, pride and joy.

And here's to the many years to come.

Love always,
your daughter,
me.