The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 96
It wasn’t the same. She stared at the key, then slid that fancy cheesecake dessert off the table and catatonically watched the cherries and chocolate deliquesce into the cracks between the bamboo floorboards. The memory stuck. That was part of it.
Another part, another plot twist, was me revealing a flip side version of myself through writing. She never commented. Couldn’t tell if she was even reading.
The biggest difference for me was that I was done with the intimacy thing, or the hope of it happening between us. Done with the games, the foolish, self reflective flirtations echoing around Ello, our secret code, all of it.
I’d moved on. Ascended. All this due in part to an old friend, El, and a discussion we once shared involving the intricacies of the I Ching. Our epiphanic conclusion was this: no matter how the coins fall or what lines you draw or what hex you land on, the blood and guts wisdom concealed in the message is the same, always the same—you must, above all else, accept the reality of the present moment.