In July before my senior year of college a close friend invited me to meet her cousin visiting from Texas. It was probably lust, rather than love at first sight but we spent every possible minute together and by the end of the week decided to get married. It was a whirlwind engagement - me in North Alabama, him in Texas, but in December of that same year we married.
The day before the wedding his mother and mine were in the kitchen getting acquainted. As they talked about their lives his mother mentioned living in Mobile, Alabama. How odd - we lived in Mobile when I was a child. When did they live there? The same time we did. Where did they live? A few blocks from us near my mother's cousin. The cousin that kept me when my mom helped out at my dad's work. Seems she also kept my fiancee while his mom worked. Putting the pieces together, our mothers finally remembered meeting all those years before. Turns out we played together when we were 5 years old. What a strange coincidence.
This week on the RWA Craft loop there's a discussion of coincidence. It seems the coincidences we experience in life are too unbelievable to use in a book. I don't know. Do you think it would work to have two kids play together, each move to a different part of the country only to meet and fall in love 15 years later? It sure was romantic.
Do you use coincidence in your writing or do you find it too unbelievable? Maybe truth really is stranger than fiction.