Sep 13, 2010

55 Fiction - Triumph






He ran furiously, blood thundering in his ears, each breath searing his lungs, every fiber of his being focused on the target;painted an ominous yellow and blue. A last burst of adrenaline; he lunged forward, grabbing the handle by his hand. Triumph! He had managed to catch the last bus home.

12 comments:

  1. Beautifully written! Until the last line, I thought he was running towards the final line to win his running race! Great twist at the end!

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  2. It is a genuine potboiler. Get stuff.

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  3. And superb title! Triumph for sure!

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  4. @Vaish - Thanks, glad u liked it !
    @Navneet - Thanks :)
    @Swaram - Thanks, yeah I didnt want to give anything away in the title !

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  5. @Shail - Thank you ! you are too kind !

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  6. this is how I catch my last bus to office....

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  7. @sweta, Muddassir - Yeah we've all run after buses at some point in our lives :)

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  8. Excellent! I'd have never guessed it.

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  9. I have done this in Mumbai trains and buses.Loved the F-55.

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