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| HOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot |
I stare at the far-away window, hot vapors of coffee fogging
my glasses. But I don’t care since I am not really looking at anything.
I just wonder. I wonder if you are in office yet. If you
ever stare out of a window like I do every morning. I wonder if I will ever
find someone like you. The coffee is bitter, but its warmth is comforting. Just
like your memories. It kills me that all I have is memories now.
I think about how cruel life is.
And for the billionth time, I regret what happened that day.
PS : Written for Friday fictioneers. I would love some honest feedback on how well I expressed the character's longing.
Oooohhh... you leave us hanging with questions unanswered... good job!
ReplyDeleteThank you Dale! :)
DeleteBrilliantly portrayed!!
ReplyDeleteDear Sampada,
ReplyDeleteYou've layered quite a bit of story and questions in a few words. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
thank you Rochelle. I am glad you liked it.
DeleteWow! Great opening hook!
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading!
DeleteMelancholy seems to have struck us all this week. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sandra, for dropping by.
DeleteNow I am really curious to know what happened that day! Well written
ReplyDeleteThank you Rajlakshmi :)
DeleteSo much feeling in that post. That's the kind of piece that makes you wonder what happens after it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Tulika! My purpose is served :)
DeleteMakes me want to read more, know more. I too wonder whether he looks out of the window? Any scope of knowing? ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Dahlia :) Its left to your imagination ;)
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