“Where ends the street, there shall we meet,” the slip of paper stated. Jack chuckled, paused his exploration of the old mansion, and followed the road out of town, strolling along until it finally ended at the edge of the forest.
A fairy flew down from a tree. “You found my note.”
“You can predict where I’ll go to explore next too well,” he grinned.
“Is that a problem?” she flirted, fluttering her lashes.
“No,” he laughed, then kissed her. “Your little game is fine. I’m glad I met you while exploring the forest,” he sighed, hugging her close.
Inspired by this prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story where a character is in the right place at the right time. It may be cause for celebration! Go where the prompt leads!