One cannot escape their fate, but their path may be altered, potentially resulting in a different outcome. Some consider it divine intervention, or a miracle. Others consider it to be coincidence or happenstance. In some cases both are true, but there are always exceptions. Mere seconds can prove to be crucial components when the result of one’s fate is hanging in the balance. Often times a minute amount of influence is all it takes. Planting a seed of doubt or inspiring hope when all seems to be lost...
Excerpt
A man leans against a brick column in the shadows of an adjacent alleyway, waiting patiently for a glimpse of the one he seeks. He has often found himself in undesirable locations such as this, but not without purpose. Gritting his teeth in irritation he inwardly curses at how tightly fate is tied. How mere seconds can change the outcome of ones course. The man’s lips purse as he considers that very reason for being there. His lips form a knowing smirk as he peers around the column a second before an electronic bell sounds. He watches with reluctant anticipation as a petite, golden haired female offers a gesture of farewell to her coworkers. The oblivious woman casually strolls to her vehicle and rummages through her oversized handbag. The man briskly dons his hood, sufficiently disguising his identity, and saunters out of the shadows towards the preoccupied lady. Once his body is in the proper proximity he causes their shoulders to collide. The man does not stop to tend to the female, he simply continues walking, as if nothing occurred. A gasp is heard from behind him a fraction of a second before the metallic twang of keys hitting asphalt meets his ears. His pace does not slow until he reaches the sanctity of an abandoned house across the street. Peering beneath his hood he watches as the now, inevitable, runs its course.
