It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, much like all Saturday
afternoons.
She took out the powder from the chest of drawers and kept
it on the table,just like she had done a
hundered times before. The aparatus was set, the powder neatly rolled
out on glass. It was just a matter of time before she would be transported to
another universe. Where colors were bright and the air thinner, some bright
light and gentle drift would take her far away from the reality of the usual
Saturday afternoon.
‘Stop’ she said.
‘Please for heavens sake stop’
‘Don’t do it – you have hope now – your kid is waiting at
school’
‘You have a lot to live for – don’t give up this chance’.
With a sudden burst of emotion, she pushed the table away
and the powder blended into the room. She ran out of the house to get into her
car.
At the first turn, an oncoming truck ended her path to
hope.If only she’d let her quiet Saturday afternoon, be the usual Saturday
afternoon….
Gyanban Thoughts : A short story,where the key word was sadness.A story had to be structured around this word and theme.
Can we call it fate?...yes, it would have been better if she chose to spend it as any other Saturday.
ReplyDeleteAmazing story.. You really are a great story teller..
ReplyDeleteThumbs up Sir.
Brilliant!
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