Sunday, May 23, 2010

For fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities.

White wisps wafted towards the sky. Transparent and weightless, spiraling out through the sunroof. Through the mist you could see a faint glimmer. Or miniaturized apocalypse. It's all about perspective, they always said. With a careful flick of his hand, he dusted the ash off. And wished. There was time, after all. Almost enough.

Silently, she looked out the glass at the street ahead. And wished. If only there were more things he handled as delicately as his cigarettes.

8 comments:

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Diwakar Sinha said...

beautiful!
lets hope her wishes rise higher than the white wisps wafting towards the sky... :)

Alok said...

"miniaturized apocalypse"

Loved the image.

Anty said...

So few words and so many emotions. You are an amazing storyteller.

Sherry Wasandi said...

@Sugar Magnolia: You said it. First shot ever at fiction.

@Diwakar Sinha: Thank you. I'm merely dabbling into something that, evidently, is your specialty. And may I say, you do it brilliantly.

Sherry Wasandi said...

@Alok: Thanks.

@Anty: Could be beginner's luck. :) Let's see if I manage to follow it through.

Tangled up in blue... said...

This was so lovely. I want to know them better.. And the way it ends..fabulous!