Chance

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Sprinting the last block to his bus-stop, Chance knew he was late.

Again.

And that meant dismissal.

Defeated, he stepped from the rain into a crowded cafe. He took the last vacant seat beside a pretty young lady.

“Bad morning?” she asked.

“Rejected manuscript, fired, drenched…not too bad.” Chance grinned.

“What’s your story about?”

Over a coffee, Chance detailed his novel.”

“Sounds interesting.”

“Let’s hope it’s a best seller!”

“Bring it to my publishing company and we’ll see.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Only one way to find out…” She stepped outside.

“Wait, what’s your name?” Chance called, following.

“Destiny.”

Ryan Stone

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