Diane Dunn

Fortune of Fate

Magic doesn't exist. There are no last minute miracles that save the day. The world, and more specifically your life, is what you make it. And yet. There are always snippets of time, small moments of what can't possibly be real. It's the coincidence of the day to day. The parts of our lives where we left the house a few minutes late, for any number of reasons, and just narrowly missed a tragedy. What about the more outrageous coincidences, those that happen too quickly, too perfectly to actually be explained? The word of coincidence and humanity's power of belief, either for or against the existence of something just a bit more, is something of a marvel. The mundane becomes magic and the common place becomes coincidence.