Here we go. Her eyes fearlessly lock onto his, lashes immaculately parallel. If you don’t know how the story ends, don’t look it up. The other day I heard a writer say, “Once we have accepted the story, we cannot escape the story’s fate.” In other words, stories are a trap, my beautiful enemy, whose fates the living must outwit with ever more thoughtful revisions if we have any hope of transcending the inevitable. ⠀