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.
7 comments:
I was going to wax ineloquent about how beautiful this is but Claudia Lawrence stole my thunder. :\
Die, spammers.
beautiful!
lets hope her wishes rise higher than the white wisps wafting towards the sky... :)
"miniaturized apocalypse"
Loved the image.
So few words and so many emotions. You are an amazing storyteller.
@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.
@Alok: Thanks.
@Anty: Could be beginner's luck. :) Let's see if I manage to follow it through.
This was so lovely. I want to know them better.. And the way it ends..fabulous!
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