Inspired by my friend Moares' take on super short fiction.
_________________________________________________________
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.
