She walked along the road, notebook clutched by her side, a conscious yet half-forgotten action in defiance of a statement that she had read a long time ago - about women tending to hold their notebooks across their bodies and men habituated to holding them by their sides. Some twenty metres away, she noticed a fellow collegian walk her way, periodically clapping his hand with a metal scale. Unconsciously registered, momentarily forgotten, until as she reached the gate, almost passing him by, she heard a metal clang. Without turning her head, she smiled and thought - I must write a story about this ...
Did she, then?
4 comments:
maybe, but she didnt post :)
best "This is not a story" story ever :D
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it kinda feeling like there should be more...a sequel please!
:P :P now that's defn. not true Manu :P
PlayBoi, dhangoo! :)
gratisgab, :">, really? You want to go through this torture again? :)
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