Something Like Fate by Susane Colasanti

Author:Susane Colasanti
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Publisher: Penguin USA, Inc.
Published: 2010-03-25T16:00:00+00:00

There’s no way to fight this anymore. I don’t even want to.

I dial his number. He answers right away.

I say, “I miss you, too.”

24

“Are you sure trains don’t come this way?”

Jason keeps insisting that this part of the train tracks isn’t used anymore. I keep asking if he’s sure. Every few minutes it sounds like a train’s coming, even though none ever do.

“Don’t worry,” he assures me again. “This branch hasn’t been used since the seventies.”

I stumble over some splintered wood.

Jason clutches my arm. “Do you really think I’d bring you anywhere that wasn’t safe?”

“No.”

“Trust me.”

Electricity zings from where Jason’s touching my arm, shooting in all directions. He must be feeling it, too.

Or not. He just goes, “There’s a cool bridge up here.”

We’ve already walked about two miles. I can see why Jason loves walking the tracks so much. There are all these cool secret areas in the woods and old signs and hidden trails that you’d never see unless you were on this side of things.

“I used to play in that playground,” Jason says.

“What playground?”

“See it? Through there?” Jason moves behind me. He points to where he’s looking.

I only see endless green leaves. “Um . . .” I’m pressed up against him. I can smell the fabric softener in his shirt.

We swelter together in the heat.

I forget what the question was.

“Right there.” He takes my hand and points with it.

Then I find snippets of the playground. Part of a sandbox. Some water spritzing from a fountain. A yellow Tonka truck.

“Oh!” I recognize it now. I’m just used to seeing the playground from the road, so it was hard to tell what I was looking at from way over here. “I used to play there, too!”

“Whoa.” Jason backs away from me. He looks spooked.

“What?”

“Did you used to play in the sandbox?”

“I loved the sandbox.”

“Did you have a red bucket and shovel with . . . some kind of pattern on them?”

“Smiley faces.”

“Yes! Exactly!”

“How do you know that?”

“We played together. You let me borrow your bucket.”

“Wait.” I totally remember Jason now. He used to borrow my bucket to move like half the sand from one end of the sandbox to the other. Then he’d get water from the fountain and build these gigantic sand castles. Well, they seemed gigantic at the time. “Did I ask you why you didn’t have your own bucket?”

“I think so.”

“What did you say?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Me neither.”

“But you remember me.”

“Yeah. I really do.”

This is too much. It’s like we don’t even have a choice about being together. Fate decided about us a long time ago.

Before I started learning more about concepts of fate, I would always be blown away when things like this happened. But the more I noticed them, the less surprised I was that these connections exist. Connections are all around us, and if we’re open to them, we become more aware of them. So while I’m amazed, I’m not as shocked as Jason is. Of course we played together when we were little. It all makes sense now.

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