At that very moment, when I realized there was a car rushing into me, I suddenly remembered you!
I reflex dropped my black umbrella and closed my face with my two hands hoping that this act would save me from the car. I couldn’t think of any better way to get rid of the sudden incident. As I heard a sound of a brake suddenly hit and a long ear-breaking horn, a question came to my mind in an instant: What if I die now?
In the meantime, I felt a cold touch of the body of the car on my leg. I fell down. The driver seemed successful stopping the car in time. I was okay, but terribly shocked.
The driver asked if I was okay. Some passersby got closer and did the same. I said no words; rather I sat still on the asphalt—shaking. I knew the answer for their question was ‘Yes, I am okay’, but it was trapped somewhere on my throat.
I felt so powerless and sad that I cried. Thanks to the pouring rain; it disguised my tears. It was neither the pain on my leg, the bruise on my knee nor the blood on my palm striking the asphalt which made me crying. It was more because of the thought—an instant thought coming to my mind when I felt so close to the death: What if I—your secret admirer—die today while I haven’t let you know that I love you?!
*written for Creative Writing Ink.
9 comments:
Wonderful narrative! That thought has sort of crossed my mind before... though I'm still not always brave enough to say how I feel.
Thank you, Rachel... :)
Often times, I am also afraid to express how I feel in writing. Some people do criticize my writing, and it made me uneasy. But, I need to write... You know what Im now trying not to be discouraged of what other people say about what I write recently.
So, looking forward to reading yours... :)
Good narration. It intrigued me from the beginning.
This is a very good story, which does justice to the expression on the girl's face.
moving story, thanks for sharing.
This is beautiful...hope the message got picked up well... and you said it.. every thing happens for a reason.. Life finds its own ways to evolve into what it has to be.. liked the way you narrated it..
Well, inviting you here and now:
http://rameshsood.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for.html
So many of us are afraid to let our feelings show for fear they won't be returned. However, real love is loving without expecting anything in return. What do you have to lose?
Excellent piece.
is it.. yours?
What do you mean by "yours"? The story or the writing? The story is of course a fiction, I wrote it after I got an accident. :)
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