Coincidence

By A.J. Alan

This is the story of a coincidence. At any rate I call it a coincidence.

The road where I live is very long and very straight. It’s paved with wood and well lighted after dark. The result is that cars and taxis going by during the night . . . often go quite fast. I don’t blame ’em. They hardly ever wake me unless they stop near the house.

However, about two months ago one did. (Continue Reading…)