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Saturday, January 18, 2014

second chances/ part 2

seconds chances/ part 2

fiction
Edward w Pritchard

Second chances are a one legged man dancing backwards on his good leg. The least little bump or knock will upset the enterprise.

Time has passed since the end of the enterprise between two lovers. Now some circumstance has allowed a second chance. Partners approach second chances nervously with trepidation. Chance has dealt against them once already. A brutal ending occurred, time lapsed and tentatively a new start commenced. Hope blossoms anew, time is fresh, all can be original again if both wish it to be. Neither partner can trust the other or anyone else and neither knows what the others motivations and objectives are. Still a small start occurs. Potentiality moves cautiously toward execution.

Second chances are a one legged man dancing backwards on his good leg and his blind folded partner leading the dance on a slippery floor covered in broken shards of glass. Dancing couples must trust each other, experience destroyed trust. Second chances are a solo dance with the odds of finishing the performance stacked against you. Still we listen for the music to commence and anxiously await the touch of our lost partner. May the performance begin anew.

Better yet, make the second time enterprise an intellectual infatuation; without the spills and chills that come with real life, experience and real partners.

Why can't we fulfill our expectations? First chance, second chance nothing measures up to expectations. Why a blindfolded dance on a slippery dance floor? So much we wish for smoothness and lack of disruption.

I listen for the music to start the dance but I am standing alone. If music be the food of love ... The song is gone but an echo of forgotten notes remains. Hang onto receding music. The tune is gone. What is there to listen for? Much ado about not, adieu, Shakespeare again said it all first.

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