by starkish

she drove a steady 50 towards the end of a junction to turn right into her neighborhood. she put her right foot down gently on the break pad and her car slowed. the sweater hung at the drivers seat obeyed the law of inertia and lightly grazed the nape of neck as the car came to a halt. in those few seconds of unimportant micro events that clearly would have no possible effect of altering any of the many destinies of the universe , her mind was gravitated towards him. the sweater, as it grazed the nape of her neck reminded her of his soft touches. only that these unimportant micro events were designed to alter hers.