#11. Thread
Tris carries a paper bag containing needles, thread, and other sewing materials her mother asked her to buy. She can smell the grassy tinge of spring in the air as she walks down the neighbourhood sidewalk.
Her feet trips over the garden hose of a neighbouring home, and the contents of her bag spills out.
Spools of thread scatter in all direction, trailing threads in their wake. Tris watches the one in red roll several meters before hitting the sneaker of a young man with a hooked nose.
He picks up the spool of red and grins at her clumsiness.
A chance meeting. I'm not sure if this is common knowledge for everyone else but in some Asian cultures, a red string or thread represents fate, soul mate, or something to that extent.