The events began the night I first glimpsed Maria. We met, or rather, I caught her, one snowy December evening. ((So, did your MC glimpse her first, from across a room? Or bump into her? Glimpsed implies he had seen her before the event.))
I believed most events occur by chance; an interplay of entropy and causality that no man or machine can accurately predict. Maria believed in fate. Fate, she implored, loosed her footing while precisely positioning me to catch her.
((These sentences are quite strange to me. The first sentence is a reflection of the event of meeting Maria. The 2nd and 3rd sentences are a reflection of the two character's reflections upon this event. Put this further down the page.))
Perhaps fate dislodged that one unique paper from the stack she gripped tightly against her chest, drifting aimlessly (it's a piece of paper, of course its gravitational pull towards the floor is aimless) to my feet. Once retrieved, its oddity immediately compelled me. The page consisted of calendrical diagrams and iconography perhaps belonging to an ancient people such as the Mayans. Maria ((had)) scribbled her own Spanish notes along the margins, directed towards devices ((hmm.. there's a simpler way of saying that)) in the manuscript. My ignorance of Spanish
On the whole it's good, but the flow is interrupted by a reflection upon a reflection which feels out of place. Stick with the moment your MC met Maria, then describe how the character's felt about that meeting a bit later on.
I look forward to reading your next post!
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