Brian caught me cutting up some strips of paper.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m letting Fate decide,” I said.
“Exactly what now?”
“See, I’ve been driving myself crazy trying to decide what year to set my new story in. I know I want it set in the early 1900’s but I need to pinpoint what year.”
“So, just pick a year.”
“That’s what I’m doing! I have listed a year on each piece of paper. Now I’m going to ball each slip up and then draw one. Whichever ball I pick, that’s the year of my story.”
“Ooooh no…don’t ruin the magic for me.”
*I toss the tiny paper balls in a bowl, swirl them around like hot potatoes and, finally, pull one out*
“1908! That’s the winner!”