There is an old Chinese folklore about a red string of fate that connects two people that are destined to be soul mates.
The belief is that the red string is tied to the pinky of every person and it stretches all they way to the pinky of their soulmate wherever they may be…regardless of time. The legend says the red string of fate can be stretched and tangled but it will never break.
THE RED STRING
Fourteen years passed since Denine died after a lethal injection. Josie still felt the pain every week, every month, every year, every day. Denine had been her friend through so many trials; and had been her confidante; her keeper of secrets; telling no one and never judging her. Josie looked at the photo on the mantle, smiling at the red string tied to the collar of Denine, her Pit-bull Terrier, and absently fiddled with the matching red string attached to her bracelet.
Josie kissed her index and middle finger, and then laid them on the nose of Denine in the photograph. Leaving the house, she took one more glance at the image as she always had done for the last fourteen years. Her neighbour smiled a greeting as Josie climbed into her car, waving a return before driving off.
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Josie looked in the window of a dress shop, stretching up to see how the reflection suited her. Smiling, she turned away and saw a young girl of about twelve looking at her. Nodding at the girl, she made her way to the next shop, looked in the window, and noticed the reflection of the girl still watching her. Flinching uncomfortably, the woman hurried off to try to create a distance between her and the girl. As she made her way through the crowds, she looked in several of the windows, and saw the girl hurrying behind her, trying to catch up. Josie began to feel terror rise in her stomach.
Rounding the edge of a shop, she realised that in her panic, she had taken a wrong turn and turn and this was a dead end. She spun and saw the pre-teen standing in front of her.
“Please … what do you want?” Josie asked in a quivering voice.
“I had to find you. I have seen your face for years. You have been in my dreams, you have been in my imaginations, and you have been in my thoughts. Every moment I am awake and every moment I am asleep I see you,” the young girl said, her voice becoming faster as she spoke. “I knew you would be here today, I saw it last night whilst I slept”
“Who are you?” the older woman asked.
The young girl smiled and said “Dennie” and held out her hand in greeting. As her sleeve moved up, a red string attached to her wristwatch became visible.
** If you are confused, I was referring to reincarnation with the red string travelling from the dog Denine to the girl, Dennie.