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“Why me!?!” the thin blonde woman lamented to the sky. “WHY?”

“Why not you?”

Jessica jumped and turned to look around. A few paces away, a man with hair the color of coffee stood, walking toward her.

“What?” Jessica sneered defensively. “you don’t even know what I’m talking about. I don’t deserve what is happening to me.”

“And someone else does?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You implied it. You didn’t ask why this was happening. You asked why it was happening to YOU.”

“Ok fine, maybe it was the wrong question. But I don’t see why bad shit has to happen in the first place. “Learning experience” they say. But if bad things didn’t happen, we wouldn’t need to learn as much, would we?”

“And why are these things bad? Why will they matter in years to come?”

“You don’t know how bad this year has been.” Jessica took a moment to look at the man. “Who are you?”

“That won’t matter in the years to come either. All you need to know is that your past may be filled with sorrow, but not so much that it has to overflow into your future.”

“So you’re here to spout some sage wisdom at me and leave? What do you know about sorrow?”

“A lot.”

Jessica stared as the man walked away.

Weird.

“Why did he talk to me?”

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Posted on March 26, 2013, in short story, Writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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