Наталья Можаева (FCE)

Nonrandom chance (Short story, 2011)

Our life is said to be a concatenation. But I had doubted that until recently. I think I just have not noticed concurrences, chances or something like that. I have a month's mind to give thee the history of a little incident, which befell me last summer. But, in order to expound all in correct way, perhaps I should start from the word go.

When I was sixteen I went to do my English course at English First School in Toronto. There I made an acquaintance with a guy, who was also from my home city, Samara. We spent one month there, I could not pay any attention to him, we were "just friends" and before leaving Canada we arranged that we would meet in Samara one day.

However, when we had already arrived we didn’t meet. There were different circumstances at first, which prevented us from meeting. And after some time we lost touch. Of course, we were both in social networking sites, but frankly speaking, I forgot about him.

Three years later I went on holiday to Italy with my little brother and close friend. We had a long journey and were staying for three days in Rome. Once I went shopping in the evening on my own and on the way back suddenly I saw him. We both stood stock-still and were shocked. He said, "This is a magic, my dear", due to the fact that we couldn’t meet in Samara. I had never been so surprised in all my life, really. We spent that night in a pub talking, shocking, you know. As it turned out, he had his flight back the next night. All the next day we were together. I found him interesting and kind. Before leaving, he said, "We'll see each other in Samara, by all means". I left Italy 7 days later.

That trip changed my life. Soon we met and started dating. I couldn’t understand how we might not have found each other before Italy. Chances aren't random, and now I get to believing.

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