Sunday, February 13, 2011

The Flowing Still

The stubborn night, the same chill in the air, the same soft moonlight; they were on the same bridge. She was in his favourite chiffon. Neither spoke for a while. The only sound was from far below the deck; the water flowing ever so smoothly, its surface broken only by the piers of the bridge.

Guy: This isn't very different from the day we first..
Girl (interrupting): That day was never meant to happen; our paths were never meant to cross.
Guy: You still don't believe in fate.
Girl: Your 'fate' has a rather brutal way of playing games; games without rules.
Guy (sighing): What time is your train?
Girl: In an hour.
Guy (looking in her eyes): You look beautiful.
Girl: You don't look too bad yourself...(forcing a smile on her face)
(Their hands touched each other's on the railing; three seconds later she pulled hers away)

Guy: Will you miss me?
Girl: I've learnt not to.
Guy: Have you forgiven me?
Girl: I can't even answer that to myself...
       I'm sorry. Yes, I'll miss you.

Guy (looking at the ring on her finger): Congratulations.
Girl: Take care of yourself. I have to go.

She walked away. By the time she reached the end of the bridge, there was a loud thud on the surface below.

6 comments:

Gubby said...

Dude... Its so chilling... Arrgggh... Not something u post on Valentine's day!

abhi said...

@gubby: It was posted on Feb 13th, not V-day! :) Also, it's just fiction anyway..

akshay said...

not something u post on my bday also...

Unknown said...

i got goosebumps readin it

akhil said...

Nicely written.... but i kinda had a deja vu....probably seen or read it somewhere before

write more often dude!!

abhi said...

@akhil: Interesting; I wonder who else thought of writing like this.
I doubt anyone I know has written something like this but again, you might have come across something similar, quite possible!