#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 20th

Your prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 20th is brought to you by Jill! Click here to find her last post and say hi while you’re there! Jill’s word for our prompt today is “serendipity.” Use it anywhere in your post or make it the theme of your post. Have fun!

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Serendipity

Gary rushed out the house desparate not to be late for work today of all days. It was raining, typical, he thought, I shall look like a drowned rat when get to work.

As he rushed down the station steps he thought he might just catch the tube. That was not meant to be, the doors closed and it moved off as he reached the bottom step. Okay he thought give up your wet, late and there’s no point in getting stressed.

Debbie left home on time and in a good mood, she liked her new flat and the area was her old home stomping ground. She’d only been back a week and she had a new job and had made contact with her old friends. Smiling she put up her umbrella and made to the station. She normally went by car but it was in for a service today.

Gary stood watching the electronic timetable hanging from the platform roof. Sipping his coffee he thought to himself he had not been late for as long as he could remember so why did he have to be late today of all days.

Debbie checked the times of the tubes. The next one was due in ten minutes. So she decided to reread the notes about her new job while she waited. Getting out the folder an unexpected gust of wind whipped a couple of pages out of her hand. In dismay she saw them flying out onto the platform and into the rain.

In her rush to retrieve the papers she didn’t see the young man also trying to rescue them. They both bumped into each other.

Gary’s coffee went flying. He was not pleased, now he had coffee stains to add to his woes. Taking a deep breath he forced a smile, after all it wasn’t her fault he was having a bad day.

Debbie took the papers back from this nice guy and smiled . “Gary” she exclaimed, “it is you isn’t it” Oh! It is she thought she had always liked Gary , he had been two years ahead of her at school.

Gary stopped scrambling around picking up the last of the papers. He looked at her and his smile broadened. “Debbie” he said “Debbie Foster” He had always liked her but his mates had made fun of him for aiming too high.

Debbie suggested she buy them a fresh coffee, he agreed and so began the rest of their lives together.

All images from Pixabay.

So there we have it Serendipity.

A guy who is never late for work is late.

A missed tube.

A move, a new job.

A car in service.

A gust of wind.

Spilt coffee.

Old school friends.

= Happy Ever After.

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Just Jot It January: Serendipity Haiku

THIS IS  PART  OF  LINDAGHILL’S  JUST JOT IT JANUARY .  Today 28th January the  prompt is Serendipity and  is  provided  by  Jan at JT Twissel

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Serendipity  Haiku  Dog

Shivering  in  rain

Cold dog found given new name

Serendipity

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Serendipity Haiku Lost and  found

Her purse  lost on bus

Baby photos, cards and cash

All handed back safe

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Serendipity Haiku Rainbow Wedding

Waking to more rain

Caught in glare of the sun’s ray

Rainbow wedding day

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The Leaf, the Book and Karma

This  little  story  was inspired  by Forty, c’est Fantastique !  also known a  jetgirlcos   on her  wonderful  and intriguing post  THE LEAF ( INTERNATIONAL SOUVENIRS)  .  While on holiday in paris with her husband  this year, she found  the most  beautiful book.

After some hesitation  she bought the book. Then she found  a leaf in the book. She decided after telling us the full story to give us ‘a prompt’  How and why was there a leaf resting between the  pages of her book? Below is my attempt. Do  go and read her post  an see what  you make of her story  and  the replies! 

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10 May 1944

Celestine

Celestine always loved  to read her little Red Book

Sitting  by the Seine she could not ignore the feeling of unease

Even holding her beautiful tomb, she loved  the feel she loved  the look.

Suddenly  lorries  trundled by setting up the breeze.

 

Celestine felt  the chill she had the urge to run

She left  her seat, coat, bag and hat in hand

She  dropped  her book beloved  so, she left it in the sun.

The soldiers marched by the people watched but none of it was grand.

 

The little  Book, the lovely Red Book lay open by  the Seine

The  breeze carried  a wayward leaf which caught  between the pages.

Celestine never did find her book, it’s loss caused  her much pain.

Here fruitless search took up her time and  some of her wages.

 

When the book had  fallen and enveloped the leaf

A young  soldier Kurt  saw it laying on the ground

He took up the book and hid it in his tunic, a swift as any thief.

Later  he inspected  the book and was delighted at what he had found.

 

Time  does what time will do and Kurt kept  the pretty Red Book

He  even kept  the leaf inside, the book had been his lucky charm.

Kurt grew old, he returned to Paris, he  said  he wanted a last look

And return the Red Book to the bank,  for he had never wished to harm.

 

It happened  then that a Bookseller  from Passage Verdeau,

Passed by later that day and the little Red Book caught his eye.

Picking up the Book he fell immediately beneath it’s spell, well what could he do?

He took the book back to his shop, complete with leaf never knowing why.

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