The setting: In the car on a beautiful night exactly one week ago. It’s one of those blue black skies that twinkle with countless stars, a sliver of a moon, and Bob Ross happy little wispy clouds. In the distance, out of nowhere, an unnatural white glow lights up the winter sky. The glow quickly fades.
The characters: Me and He
He: Did you see that?
Me: What was that?
(After much squinting and quiet pondering, we deduce it must have been a lone firework.)
He: At first I thought it might have been a shooting star.
Me: I thought it might have been a plane falling out of the sky.
(He gives a meaningful look in my direction. I could tell it was meaningful, even though it was dark, simply because we’ve been married so long those kinds of things are just instinctual. Or, okay, maybe I just wanted it to be meaningful. I’m a fiction writer. Give me some leeway, people.)
He: Does it ever amaze you how differently our minds work?
(Yet...it works. And has for over 19 years.)
The conclusion: We drive home, where the TV is turned on to NOW (with David Brancaccio – the best name EVER) and the whole weird light-in-the-sky incident is quickly forgotten except for a little part of my writerly mind thinking “How can I work this into a blog?”
The End (and they lived happily ever after)
Epilogue: Are you a shooting star type of person? Or a falling plane? Or...what's the latest opposites attract moment with your significant other?