44 Minutes, 44 Days, 44 Years
- a Short Story
- by Rukshana K
I always dreamed of a white wedding – white gown, white snow. As I walked down the aisle, I could see Ranil standing tall, dark, smiling.
It was exactly 44 days since I had bumped into Ranil. The rock that he was, he remained still but I went down. As I cursed two hands grabbed me back on my feet. That moment I felt the first snow. No thank you, sorry, introductions, I ran. Back at work, I couldn’t concentrate. What happened?
Life gives you a second chance. Two days later at Starbucks, I heard someone from behind me say, ‘make that two’. I turned around and saw him carry two coffees. My apology stretched 44 minutes and more meetings.
Ranil, like me was a Sinhalese immigrant.
44 minutes to 44 days and now 44 years ready to dive into an abyss of love.
Rukshana K
from Mumbai, India, is a freelance content and communication strategist. Her writing skills come in a myriad of styles from poems and short stories to professional copy writing and content writing services for online businesses worldwide.
