s.wordthruheart

 Time moves backwards, and the end is known from the beginning. *** In a Gilmore Girls alternate universe, Lorelai and Chris are together. They've stayed together, and are raising their only child, Rory, a precocious, starry-eyed, well-intentioned teenager living in the same small New England town, brilliant at school if she applied herself. Very rich, she feels the effects of a peculiar isolation and, having effortlessly mastered the studies required of her, immerses herself in unorthodox ones. Still liberal by vice of being a product of her time as we all are, but perhaps in a less dogmatically centrist way, Rory was early on raised a Christian by her grandparents but has now branched into other systems of belief, finding the doctrines of the church unsatisfactory to explain the world as it unfolds around her. She has a thought, and it soon materializes. The townsfolk are animated by her moves, and seem to slowly spin around her as if pulled in by the gravity of her narrative...

It was a beautiful day in a hell-hole town. Perfect weather broke up a Biblical torrent of week-long rains. The last day of the best city festival had wrapped the community in a cozy Autumnal sweater. And the football team had just won a close and incredible game – a contender for game of the year – full of inexplicable turns of fate that subtly hinted at a watchful and benevolent eye of God batting his lashes at them from beyond the clouds. Today behold – he cast his favor in their direction. He couldn't believe it. A fumble, a pick, a missed field goal, and a fifty-one-yard run for a touchdown, in the last two minutes, for a complete table-turning, neck-biting, thumb-sucking, foot-jobbing turnabout, twice ? It was unreal. “ That was un reaal ,” somebody plainly beamed to somebody else, walking past where he sat in the public square, observing the crowd from no distinct point within it. “ Back to the grind tomorrow!” his friend replied. “ What a way to end the weekend!” ...