At dusk, Eve and I walk the beach together. This is one of the biggest advantages of where we’re squatting: you can stroll the edge of a vast glacial lake with only a few minute’s forethought.
Right before we walked out, Eve and Mason were bickering something awful, Then, Levi walked in the door tailed by the horrid Prianka, who wouldn’t leave him alone about some mayoral office personnel matter. It was a good time to slip away.
The moon is coming up as we walk along, even though the sun hasn’t fully set.
“Do you ever wonder how it could have been different?”
It takes Eve a long time to answer. “Meaning what—if I hadn’t met Mason?”
Now I get why she was slow to respond. The page she was on was far, far away from mine.
“I meant the SUCs. What if it hadn’t been Unfortunate Catastrophes? Imagine if instead it had been a Series of Magical Circumstances, and instead of bad stuff happening, we’d all been guaranteed to keep our marbles well into old age and not get cancer, and the Earth had been given two moons?”
Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.