An Opportune Moment
Summary: Erin McKinley, a journalist currently looking to add more articles to her already famous and growing column. Men believe that all she writes is gossip and that a woman shouldn't even be a journalist. They say it's a man's job to dig up the truth. Do all men believe this? Or is there someone who shares the same passions that she does?
Chapter One
Prologue
Time
A treasured jewel of unlimited value that is always wished for, but never appreciated.
Time.
Always continuous in its circled orb. Never ending. Infinite.
Time.
A famous quote that, although anonymous, is always referred to: "So much to do, so little time."
People never really take the time to realize, that they don't really have all that much of time to waste. One usually believes that there is always a tomorrow to look for, because there always seems to be. We wake up, we go through the day, and we sleep with that frame of mind that tomorrow is coming. That tomorrow will always be there.
But tomorrow doesn't always come. Sometimes it ends, as it must someday. And at that moment you realize that you never really realized how much time you really had, until it was too late. Too late to change.
Too late to really matter.
And you never got around to wondering what you were really able or meant to do with your life.
Life
More precious then even Grandfather Time himself, as he sits on his golden throne and determines the calculations of the things to happen, and the individuals affected by it.
Life
A philosophical term which takes longer than an entire lifetime to describe.
Life
It is said that one thing, just one, can change the course of one's life forever. In this case, that element which changed you, gives you a reason to breathe . . . to continue . . .
To live
Life is based on the roll of the dice, as the say. A matter of chance.
Chance
The true fate master. The one who controls your life in the palm of their hands.
Chance
The probability that determines those opportune times in your life, which causes you to make the ultimate decisions, that spontaneously spring onto you.
If every person knew the chances and consequences that they faced in every decision, they couldn't really call the life they lived as fulfilling. Or better yet . . . real. Our actions determine the way our life progresses, whether long or short.
All it takes is a moment. A single step that causes us to make a decision. Life threatening or not, each one matters. Because they add up . . . all lead to that one moment that changes your life forever.
And if each moment is ignored... passed, then that moment, never existed. And one will never know if it really mattered. If it was the one that would determine their life. But if never goes away, never is forgotten. For it happened, and because you acted like it didn't exist, it haunts you. What haunts you?
Time
Time chases after us all. Feeding on our very souls. Ages us . . . disintegrates us into dust swept away by the soothing wind.
If we never take in the moments, live them as if they were are last, live them as if they truly mattered, we always regret them later. We always wish we could have changed the past, and thinking, maybe, if we chose differently... better, we would have lived as we should have . . .
As we could have.
An opportune moment disappears in a flash, and never comes back again. These moments pass through time like autumn leaves in a restless wind. Spread sporadically, and appearing unseen, spontaneously. If we hesitate, whose to say that we lived our life to the fullest.
Whose to say we lived.
And so, I guess this story starts, on a sunny, ordinary day, in a London public park. I can't really say the exact time, or the exact moment that it happened, for I do not control time. But it happened and nothing can change it.
A group of four young boys, ages incompatible, were playing catch in the freshly watered and pruned grass, while their supervisor, or guardian , sat upon a bench and caught up on his latest predictions for a story that he pondered about writing, whilst his faithful canine lay beside him, lolling in the pleasure of the sun.
The oldest threw to the youngest. Being adequately vertically challenged and unable to jump high enough, the youngest was unable to catch the heavy ball, and it sailed over his head and toward an unaware young woman.
She sat upon a blanket she placed herself, basking in the sun, reading a novel she had picked for this regular occasion. Their shouts called to her, but it was too late.
The ball ricocheted off her head, and landed with a thud on her laps as she fell into unconsciousness.
A/N Did you like it. This story is dedicated to a very special friend of mine who inspired me to write it, and this one is very different from my other Finding Neverland fanfic. So, please, tell me if I should continue. RR savvy