We said our goodbyes and ‘keep in touch.. I had a nice time, blah blah’ formalities when he dropped me home. And I went in, a sense of joy but a question in my mind lingered Will I meet him again?’ It was one of the best dates I had been to, so even if I don’t see him again, it will be fine I consoled myself as I climbed upstairs. My eyes caught something bright in the dark, I turned to look towards the glittering insect… it seemed to dance over the floor of night merrily. It seemed like a sign! Erasing any worries I went to bed.
Sleep evaded me for a few hours but I never knew why. At around mid-night my cell beeped. The screen read 1 new sms and I raced to read it. I knew it was from Him. It read ‘I have lost something…’ I was disappointed at the message. I took my time to reply, I typed ‘What’ without a question mark and sent it. And immediately the cell beeped again, ‘my heart’.
It’s been years. But I very clearly remember how it felt. Even trying to explain it in words would be futile…
I am experimenting with a new style of writing... And I made a new beginning with 'A love story'. All thanks to Aiwin...
ReplyDeleteGood attempt on your experiment!
ReplyDeleteMe too working on a story but through a different narration style...
However, being a novice, am a little skeptical about how it would be received by readers...
my short story is posted @
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Plz share ur views if u do read it...:)