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A Story A Day

‘I don’t have much time, I don’t have much time’, she muttered to herself.

It was around midnight and she walked in the shadows to avoid being seen.

She quickened her steps and hurried towards the local market.

The shops were closed and the market place had an eerie feeling without the usual crowd and the noise.

She reached the cyber café that she visited daily. Looking down at the locked door she contemplated what to do.

A slight rustle startled her and she glanced back to see if anyone was around. But the road was deserted. The sidewalk was broken at a place and the debris was still scattered on the road.

Suddenly she smiled to herself and thought ‘I don’t need a key’

She stepped inside the café and switched on a terminal.

‘I don’t have much time, I don’t have much time’

‘Hi! I am sorry to break in like this but I don’t have much time.’ She tried to explain.

The guard kept staring at her with his mouth wide open, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

‘Don’t you remember ?I come here everyday’, she tried again.

No response.

‘I came here this morning too,’ she continued, ‘I met with an accident just outside this café.’

‘they are going to cremate me tomorrow, so I thought I’ll read my friend’s blog one last time’

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Nothingman writes A Story A Day and it’s hard to resist ;)


Happy Birthday!!

Comments

The Crazy Apothecary said…
the Zing Thing!!perfect description of the blog,wat say?
May 10, 2007 at 12:14 PM
The Crazy Apothecary said…
leaving now.. sleep time! u take care. n keep writing!happy birthday to nothingman by the way!
May 10, 2007 at 12:14 PM
Anonymous said…
hehehe cool i like that..happy bday 2 nothinman!!
May 11, 2007 at 1:05 AM
Sharad Mathur said…
lols :)
nice one!
keep posting

sharad
May 11, 2007 at 1:09 AM
Anonymous said…
If I was sure that expletives are allowed on your blog, this is where you would find them. Your blog is ******* brilliant. No other way to say it :) - Mommy.
May 11, 2007 at 8:36 AM
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