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A DATE WITH DESTINY

With the success of Level Heads XE - The Deluxe Edition, I'm assembling new stories for a second compilation of short stories. Here is the very beginning of one, a story of a young man on a date with Destiny. If you like what you are reading here, follow the link and buy a copy of "Level Heads XE." You won't be disappointed!

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It was a dark and stormy night, the kind that seemed to flex with each lick of lighting and every subsequent roar of thunder. I felt every vibration in my foot as thunder roared to each side, assaulting my vehicle with waves of sound as real and damaging as a pounding surf.

I had no idea that I was on a one-way street until I saw the dual orbs of light approaching far ahead but fortunately, there was time to pull over and turn back.

But still, my destination was to the south, deep in the heart of the storm. And now, after realizing my error, I was headed north.

Pulling into a Chevron station, I turned the key to silence the engine, wishing I could do the same to that pounding engine in my chest, the one that ensured my survival by pumping blood to my every extremity, the one that bore the weight of my sorrow and the anticipation of what the night might hold in store.

Though I would never vocalize or in any other way acknowledge it, I knew that not only was I headed into the loins of a tempest night, I also was headed into the danger zone.

And after collecting my thoughts I started the car and pulled back out onto Main Street to resume my sojourn to the south.

I had a date with destiny and that was her name ... Destiny McFetters. As I activated my right turn signal to head back into the storm, I breathed a silent prayer of thanks that my wife of thirteen years was safe in Atlanta, far from the storm. Far from the danger zone.

And I was racing headlong into the very heart of it.

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