Inspired by my friend Moares' take on super short fiction.
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He saw her every day.
Initially, nervous and hesitant, with time, they opened up to each other. After a hard day’s work, her voice was music to him. They talked of books, music and the people’s revolution. Before long, they were in love and every little incident did more to cement that. They were inseparable.
Then, he got married in Kathmandu; to someone he had actually met in person. The snowflakes in London matched her tears. He never saw her online again.
"The snowflakes in London matched her tears"
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery.
Yet, we will never get our due, my blogging-brother-in-arms. No multimillion dollar book deals, no book launches with wine and cheese, no panel discussion on the post-colonial condition in fiction. Cruel, cruel world.
*shakes head despondently*
Anyone and everyone would envy their love
ReplyDeleteTill the story had to come to a pause, a full stop!
Their feelings grown through technology could have grown more
If only they could have met in person, not too late, but soon before! :)