Describing through negation.

Written in response to a prompt from Method & Madness by Alice LaPlante:

It was not fated. It wasn’t even ever planned. It didn’t stop time. It didn’t stop my heart. He wasn’t cuter than James Dean, and certainly Paul Newman he ain’t either. It was not the fact that he was riding a tricycle on the balcony…No, definitely not.

He wasn’t ugly either (don’t get me wrong, etc.) I didn’t walk my dog down his street two days later just to maybe see him. It wasn’t fated. I didn’t blink when later he told me he never hangs around outside like that. It was just two Pointe kids, meeting for the first time when they should have met everywhere else before.

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