coincidenceville-1Seventeen women from ages twenty to fifty-seven wore the same red dress to the Westbury Country Club dance. Kelsey got fired by the boss who canned her sister Stacey, ten years and two states apart. Johnny’s pocket contained $1.50, exactly the right amount to buy an orange popsicle from the Good Humor truck. All the miners in Bim, West Virginia, have the same last name. Professors Leonard and Daniels have been teaching identical courses since 2001. Your coincidence turns out to be just like mine. This world ends just as life on another planet, six million light years away, begins.


David Galef is director of the creative writing program at Montclair State University and an irresponsible eclectic who publishes far too much than is good for him. His most recent work of fiction is the story collection My Date with Neanderthal Woman (Dzanc).


Photo credit: Sarah Buckley



One Response to “Coincidenceville”

  1. JAZZ says:

    First, why call yourself “an irresponsible eclectic” sounds a little egotistic.
    And, I’m sorry, but I really didn’t get it.

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