Got some downtime today and decided to play the "55 words" game. Well, actually there was no downtime. It was me deciding- to heck with everything else, I am going to do what I feel like doing even if its not productive in anyway. Yea--you turn into a rebel for those few minutes. How brave (read sad)! ANYhows, here goes...
SO the rule of the game is to write a short story using only 55 words. Long ago, one of the visitors to this blog (Yep, this blog used to have visitors- the ones who read and sign out/in with a comment or two. Sometimes I get a bit nostalgic about those days. Other times I feel relieved) had suggested that I try it and at the time I made a joke of it. Recently I came across some similar attempts made by others and decided to try it out. All in good fun but with less silliness.
I tried out two versions-the sad and the happy version.
She is frantically trying to call. The last time they may be speaking to each other; something profoundly sad about knowing this in advance. They had an incredible connection. Some may call them soul mates. She is frantic. She hears something and she wakes up. It’s the phone. They never spoke for the last time.
She is frantically trying to call. The last time they may be speaking to each other; something profoundly sad about knowing this in advance. They had an incredible connection. Some may call them soul mates. She is frantic. She hears something and she wakes up. It’s the phone. She answers and breaks into a smile.
PS: Was that me trying to be all artsy, like some European-foreign language-cinema or was it too Bollywood-ish? Hmmm--cannot decide.
0 comments:
Post a Comment