I love to write... to string words together and make them flow through the tongue smooth like wine and rich like honey. Though I grew up with the notion that I wasn't good enough, and maybe I'm not, I learned that it's a free world and everybody deserves a place in the sun and his 15 minutes of glory. This site will serve as a collection of my short stories. My entries may be painfully sporadic, depending upon the dictates of my muse. This is my place and here I dare. This is your place too, should you care.



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Saturday, March 07, 2009
 
A VERY SHORT STORY ON SEIZING MOMENTS

And she asked, quite nonchalantly, 'So what do you think your life would be 40 years from now?' She walked on straight ahead, noth bothering to stop and hear his answer.

He kicked a stone that was on his way and stopped, raised his face to the sky and took a deep breath. She glanced back and feeling slightly miffed that he was stopping, stopped herself.

'I don't know. What I do know is that question was quite an exercise in arrogance. How do you even know how your life will be tomorrow? Or that it may even come?

'So what should I ask?'

'How are you?'

- posted by Jet @ 6:27 PM