Karma

Karma

“There was not a cloud in the sky that day. I usually worked all week, then weekends, spring to fall, the beach was always too crowded to bother going.

One day there was a broken pipe at work, we all got sent home. There was really nothing at ‘home’ for me, so I went to the beach. A Wednesday in spring, the beach was practically deserted. It was heaven.

I didn’t mind it being crowded when I was young. The more the merrier. After graduating, my friend Sandy and I found this little apartment even closer to the beach than my parent’s house. It was lovely, right up until Sandy got married. I kept the apartment, but I had to pick up extra work to make ends meet.

Walking along, I started thinking about my life. Not so much the part gone by, I was thinking about my bleak future; how stuck I was in empty. I needed something but I had no idea what. I didn’t know what I wanted, I just knew I didn’t have it.

I worked all week, I hated the weekends, my parents had moved to the city. I had nothing here except the beach, and the beach was always too crowded.

In the midst of this depressing thinking, I stepped on something hot. It turned out to be a button in the sand, big and gold colored. I often found things on the beach, of course, but this seemed different somehow. As I picked it up, someone said, ‘You found my button!’ I turned and looked into the bluest eyes I’d ever seen.”

“That was Grandfather?” Jane asked.

“Yes, that was your grandfather. Now tell me again how you are never going to meet Mr. Right. Karma could use a good laugh.”