![]() BUY EM, KID.” The little one at my feet sure knew how to sell. “Oh, I suppose we look like them, don’t we? No no, we’re the-” “Sorry, you’re our first stop,” she laughed as she comforted the sobbing girl. She waved apologetically as one shrieked at my presence and began to cry. Six more tiny girls were huddled behind a tall, primly dressed woman. The tiny spitfire wasn’t the only one there, to my amusement. Her little blue tunic was too big, obscured by the comically large pen board she carried.Īgainst my better judgement, I opened the door. A headstrong little girl, from the way her chest was puffed out and the straightness of her back and the loft of her head and the fire I could almost feel. Shock after shock today, the caller was a small girl, with an impossible cloud of curls suspended around her freckled face, her deep brown eyes staring up into what she had no clue to be my own eyes. I couldnt resist peering out of the peephole. Whilst pondering it, the bright chimes of my doorbell sounded. I was shocked, staring for eternity at the confusing message. They never spoke first, only answered questions…which is why it came as a surprise one autumn sunday morning, when my phone alerted me to the first unprovoked message they’d ever sent me. Which I supposed helped me to continue corresponding with my future guide, stubborn to accept bad outcomes and desperate for familiar contact, despite their mysteriousness, and distance. My parents had passed in my mid 20s, and I was an only child, a little spoiled for that fact but still lonely. I became very successful, with a cozy home, with exactly the two bedrooms id been told to get, with a big backyard Id been talked into, planning for a family I was still unsure about. “The next job is double your salary, prove yourself, and you can do it.” “Don’t buy a house yet, wait until after you’re fired from this job” How big of a downpayment do i need for my first house? Bigger life decisions needed more specific answers. Letters turned to emails, emails to texts, and so on. ![]() “Handsome, a little too arrogent.” “You won’t marry.” “One.” “Yes”Īnd it guided my life. ![]() So i continued to write, asking about how I’d look, or who I’d marry, or how many children id have, or if the girl I liked liked me back. As I got older I began to suspect my parents, but the more I questioned them, the less likely it seemed. As a little boy, I’d written letters and placed them in the creek out in the back of my house, and gotten replies back the next day under my pillow. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been able to communicate with the future. Your phone chimes, it’s a message from yourself it reads “Please, don’t open it”. One day, the doorbell rings and there is a girl-scout waiting outside. Whenever you come across a moderate size decision, you have the ability to message any of your future selves and ask them what came of their decisions. ![]()
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