Excerpt: December Eyes

Really, Augusten probably would have stayed in the same spot and suffered the same fate, though his anger liked to believe otherwise. Because no matter the humiliation, the tears, and the deep emotional suffering that he felt was brought on by the incident of the afternoon? What it brought him would change his life far more than a reset clock. Love has that effect on people though, when it’s real and deep and tangible. In a solitary moment, two lives can become one singular life time. All it takes is one look, one touch, one kiss and one single second.

Years later Augusten would think to himself that perhaps the clock, the thing that really started it all, symbolized something more than just his rare moment of lateness. Perhaps it was a monument to stopped time, a way of freezing the defining moment of his life and trapping it forever in memory. If that truck had never struck that electric pole, if those lines had never gone down and West Chester had never suffered a black out, well, the course of Augsten’s life may have veered completely off onto an entirely different road. Being on time would have changed the beginning, and paths may never have crossed and fate my have been thwarted. Augusten could never say for sure what might have happened otherwise, and the might haves didn’t really matter now. It was just interesting, really, when one considered it.

Fate is funny that way; fickle, humorous, and sometimes a bit cruel to all involved parties, as all stories have two sides