I reached the temple just on time. My hands were dyed in henna and the red veil flowed from my forehead to my hips as I waited carrying twenty three years of my life in a single bag. He was my future now. Thirty five minutes later, he called. "I can't do this, I'm sorry."
This is a fifty five fiction piece. A story in 55 words.
~ Soumya
Like I say, your fiction posts always get to the soft spot in me. You are amazing with the emotions and the characters. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThank you darling!
DeleteAmazing post. Personally, I'd find it tough to encapsulate a story in merely 55 words
ReplyDeleteCheerzz
CRD
It sure is tough. Not impossible though. Do keep trying.
DeleteThanks!
Heart wrenching!
ReplyDeleteIndeed.
DeleteBeautifully written - I am touched!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I'm glad.
DeleteOMG THIS IS AWESOME. And sadly, its the story of many girls. I like how you can write short stories, keeping them really precise and then the long ones as well. Versatile writer you are! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much my dear :)
DeleteOh this is heart wrenching...Like the scene from SEX AND THE CITY....he leaves her all decked up!!
ReplyDeleteI haven't seen SATC at all. Poor her.
Deletetouchy and just too perfect
ReplyDeleteThank you Dee Dee.
DeleteBeautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThank you Anita!
DeleteJackass, he. Tch tch tch.
ReplyDeletehehe
:D
Delete:O I hate him
ReplyDeleteHe might have had his reasons.
DeleteOh asdfghjkl.
ReplyDeleteSad.
Sad yeah.
DeleteOuch!
ReplyDeletecommitment phobia.
however unfortunate it might be...but thats so me! :/
Not the phobia, no guts to face the future. I'm sure you are not that!
DeleteIt hit hard. Beautifully enclosed with 55 words.
ReplyDeleteThank you dearie.
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