12 seconds to go up a flight of stairs, 5 to dash across the overhead footpath, and 10 steps to come down right next to the train – leaving us with under a minute to spend before the train departs.
And yet, I stay here on the other end of the railway station, sending a predetermined message of farewell, written earlier in the day.
As my message lights up the phone’s screen, I can spot the smile that’s enough for me – I don’t want us to see each other, just to be separated in under a minute by predetermined fate.
This is a response to Sonya’s challenge, 3 Line Tales, where we write 3 lines about the picture above.
My writing is a bit rusty 🙂 It’s been months since I last wrote fiction. Hoping to change habits, again. Also, I’ve been unable to add comments on other blog’s posts. Have any of you faced something similar? If so, how do I set it right?
The Blog of Karthi 
What a way to break up. Run you can still catch the train and do it properly.
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Haha. Thank you.
Although not exactly what I thought when I wrote, that makes sense too 😂
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Ahhhhh, so was he breaking up with his own life. I wondered about that too. Both work. You may yet have a third scenario.
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It’s open to interpretations – the more the merrier 😀
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