God, Satan, Luck and Butterflies.

Ah, it's a boy and a girl, and they're going somewhere, and something is going to happen. Because this is a story, and those types of things are required.

They were driving in the car and they were fighting, and that's why they crashed the car. It flipped and rolled and crashed into a cow. The cow felt no pain. They died a bit more slowly. The sky was pretty that night though. The Northern Lights made a special appearance, looked like a phoenix in the sky. Burning bright. As if it were waiting for them to be reborn, if they survived.

Them surviving depended on a lot of things. God was already unwilling to help them, since he had plans for the cow, that cow was going to become a happy meal, that would be given to the kid that was going to cure cancer and make him a little bit happier that day. The kid was still going to get a happy meal, and he was still going to cure cancer. But the burger won't taste as good. Because this cow was supposed to get accidentally transferred into the factory farm used the McDonald's.

It was a whole elaborate plan. And it was just ruined by a couple of eighteen year old kids fighting over what they were going to name their kids, if they ever had them. Well God knew the answer to that. They weren't going to have kids. And now maybe they weren't going to even live through this. He washed his hands of their fate. Because he's allowed to do that.

So here was a young couple in love, who were going to probably die, because the car was leaking gas, and the engine was still running. Satan was still in play here, so it came down to this; was Satan aware how much it would piss God off if the couple lived? Or would he just let them die because a young couple dying is always so much fun for Satan to see?

In truth, Satan wasn't paying attention, he hadn't been since the atomic bomb was invented. He figured he couldn't top that, and spends most of his time now asking God for forgiveness and being somewhat upset that the human race is still his favourite. Although on this day of days, it seemed that God favoured Cow's more. Which was a rare day for Cows, that's for sure.

So no God, no Satan. Just a couple of kids were stuck in a car that was about to explode, and they were both unconscious. Holding each others hands.

Did they have luck on their side? Well, so far no. But maybe the farmer, the guy who owned the cow, had heard the crash? Or would he come to check on his cow?

Nope, as luck would have it, the farmer was off on a mini Vacation that he had won in a sweepstake of some sort. So he was off with his wife enjoying Atlantic City, all expenses paid.

No God. No Satan. No Luck.

Chaos wasn't overly working in their favour either, but there was always a chance that butterfly could flap it's wings.

It came down to whether or not one of them would be woken up by the smell of gasoline, with enough time left after that point before the car exploded.

Flap, Flap, Flap.

Drip, drip, drip.

Sniff? Sniff? Cough! Cough!

Hey! The girl is waking up. She's coughing, and the gas is leaking faster now. Butterfly flapped the wrong way because the flow is moving faster and not slower.

“Wake up! Wake up!” Ah, she's stuck in her seat belt, he's not. But she's awake...and time is running out.

It felt as if there situation was entirely dependent on the whim of a overtired author. Who had to pee.

Never make a decision when you have to pee. Leonard Cohen said that.

Ah. Better.

The boy woke up. Coughing and scrambling. At this point the girl was screaming, the reality of the situation was dawning on her. If the boy had been in her situation, he would have been screaming too. But he had just woken up.

“Calm down! Calm down! I'll get you.”

He unbuckled himself and tried to unfasten her best. He couldn't though.

It would be important to ask God, if the reason that they didn't have kids, was because one of them was supposed to die in a car accident.

She was panicking. Because, it was time to panic. But the boy wasn't about to leave her behind. He loved her. Sometimes you don't have to love someone enough to be with them forever, in order to love them enough to be willing to die for them.

Butterfly flaps its wings again! Flap, Flap, Flap.

He remembered that he had a pocket knife (convenient?) and went to his back pack. He started to saw through the seat belt. But before he did that he did something even more important.

He turned the car off. Then he continued to cut the seat belt. They finally got out of the car. When they made it about twenty feet away, it exploded anyway. No one knows why. Butterflies just go flap, flap, flap sometimes.

They had to walk twenty miles before they got into cell phone range to call and ambulance. And then they were fine. At the hospital, they were already arguing again.

Which was fine by all involved. God barely noticed, he'd moved on to caring about the Pope again. It's actually getting hard to figure out who's worshipping whom on some days.

Satan didn't find out about the whole thing until way after it happened. He still doesn't know what he would have done.

Luck wasn't too pleased about the whole thing.

Chaos continues to make butterflies play larger parts in the day to day function of the known world than they have any right to.

And years later the couple had a baby, and named her Briony.