Kismet

Flash Fiction

Visiting my sister in Franklin. She’s older, three years older, married, kids, a happy life. I was still single. I would have enjoyed a husband and kids, but husband material had not come my way. Nancy said I was too picky. Maybe. I wouldn’t have picked her husband… but then, she and I are very different.

She wanted to go to the grocery store before the kid’s pick-up. I decided to skip it, but stay. I hadn’t seen the kids in a while, and I wanted to see them.

Suddenly I heard a noise. A truck had pulled in the driveway? I went to the door and peeked out.

The driver seemed to be reading something… maybe he was lost? But then he got out and was coming up to the door!

My first instinct was to hide. Not my house and they aren’t home! But he was kind of cute… A real worker, you could see dirt on his pants and boots. And, the rest of him… pretty nice. Nice enough that I wanted to find out who he was.

He was looking for an address, and had the wrong one. He had Nancy’s, but Nancy wasn’t the customer. We sat on the step while he called his people. And we talked while he waited for the call back. They’d given him the wrong address.

In the ten minutes from him driving in, to when he got the call and the correct address, we talked and talked. When he had to leave, he asked if we could meet again, and we set up a date.

That date eventually led to a marriage, and further along two children of our own. All from a mix up on addresses and me not wanting to go shopping with Nancy.

Now that’s kismet!