Power Lines - Vesna McMaster

I thought it was geophysics that drew me to her. Nothing to do with volition. Asphalt ley lines through the concrete jungle, inexorable. Power lines through the earth, sparking, dangerous. There I was one day and Zap, I’m toast. Earth, water, electricity. What I didn’t know was that she’d been 'dowsing' - that’s what I’m renaming stalking. Dowsing for attention. How could I know that the serendipitous coincidence of interests was months in the planning? I should have been more circumspect, you say? Who’s circumspect when you find the only other person in the world interested in both monarch butterfly larval development and white water rafting? How would you know that they hadn’t really wanted to go to Mexico on a field trip, that it was really the riches of your emotions they were seeking, not migratory patterns? You wouldn’t, trust me.