“Heads, we get married; tails, we break up.” I held the coin in my trembling hand. Our lucky coin. The one that had brought us together. Would it keep us together forever or force us apart this time?
“Do it,” she said. It came out as a whisper.
I flipped the coin. It seemed to twirl in the air in slow motion, taunting us. For a brief moment our eyes met, a hint of fear and hope in her pine green eyes. My mind transported me to the moment we first met.
It was a Tuesday afternoon and the weather indicated that the Gods were angry. Rain was pouring down like it intended to drown us. The sound of thunder struck all the way through to my bones. The windscreen wipers were working hard to fight off the smashing raindrops that attempted to disrupt my vision of the small country road that I was on. Wipe, wipe, wipe.
The road was muddy and I was driving too fast. My knuckles were white. Perhaps if I drove fast enough I could escape it all. Can you outrun your problems? Can you outrun your life?
It was too late when I saw the dark green Mini Cooper parked at the side of the road. I jerked on the steering wheel and hit the break at the same time. The car slipped and ended up against the wooden gate that set apart the paddock. Smoke came from the bonnet and I tried starting the car again without success. When I glanced back, the green Mini Cooper was still parked, unharmed. The rain made it hard to make out, but I saw a person in red.
Vicious raindrops settled in the fabric of my black suit and travelled over the pores of my face. I slammed the door and came from behind my car. A slushing sound as my leather shoes got sucked into the mud.
“Are you okay?” A woman’s voice shouted.
I looked up and saw a woman in a red coat. She was completely soaked and shivering. Her high heels had almost completely disappeared in the mud.
“I’m fine. Are you?”
“My car broke down.” She pointed at her car as if I hadn’t seen it yet.
“Did you call someone?”
“My phone is dead.” Her voice sounded higher.
“Don’t worry, mine isn’t. Let’s just get in our cars before we drown or something.”
“Come sit in mine, smoke is coming of yours.” She flashed a smile as if to apologise for that fact without actually apologising.
Her car was warm and it smelt like vanilla.
“My whole hair is soaked, I must look like a drowned cat.” She brushed her bleached blonde hair out of her face.
“It’s just rain.”
“That’s easy for you to say, you’re practically bald. It suits you, by the way.”
I shifted in my seat.
“And you’re wearing a nice suit. Are you going somewhere fancy?”
“No.” I cleared my throat. “I just came from a funeral.”
She stopped touching her hair and looked at me.
“Someone died? Someone you cared about?”
“Yes and no. It was my father.”
“You didn’t care about him?”
I didn’t say anything.
“Well, after we call for help, why don’t we go somewhere? Take your mind off things.”
I must have looked like she had suggested to travel to the moon on a pillow, because she burst out in a melodious laugh.
“I know, don’t go with strangers right? Tell you what, let’s flip a coin for it. Heads is you go with me; tails is we go our separate ways.” She grabbed a coin from her purse and handed it to me. “It’s my lucky coin. Go ahead.” A smile grew on her face.
I tossed the coin, caught it and smacked it on the back of my other hand.
She placed her hand over mine. “Quick, what did you hope for?”
“Everybody hopes for an answer during the toss, whatever you’re hoping for is your answer.”
The coin landed in my hand and I placed it on the back of my hand. “What did you hope for?”
Her eyes searched mine. Then she smiled.
I smiled back.
“We should probably reserve a church straight away,” she said.
“A church? Don’t you want to marry outside?”
“Flip a coin?”