I was having coffee with a friend and brought up divine intervention. She rolled her eyes and called bullshit. She said if there were a God, he or she or it had better things to do than flirt with miracles in the human realm. I told her I thought it was weird she was calling it a human realm and to stop talking like we were in the fucking Lord of the Rings. And to that remark, she laughed mid-sip of coffee and spewed it out to the right of the table to avoid drenching me (which I very much appreciated). Instead, she drenched a good looking stranger walking past in shorts and he turned around horrified to find his bare legs covered in coffee, milk, sugar and saliva. The terrified looks on both their faces transformed into something more like awe as they took in one another’s faces. The two of them locked eyes for a long while (or for what seemed like a long while) and I could tell their worlds or human realms had stopped in the way that worlds and realms do when we first lock eyes with our people. I grabbed my coat, stood up, handed him a napkin and motioned to my now empty seat. As I left, I looked at my friend, smiled and asked… now, what were you saying about divine intervention? I’m still waiting for an answer.
By Cole Schafer.
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