(Photo Credit: Dawn M. Miller)
The piercing shriek of the engine lingered for a few fleeting seconds even after the train disappeared into the tunnel. The rock formations abutting the track were brooding sentinels in steel Grey. Venky stood on the platform staring vacantly at the long winding tracks.
“Patience is the precursor to love. Foolishness is the virtue of commitment.” Ash’s words reverberated in his ears. It was a year since she had relocated.
He was a soul searcher; a back-packer in pursuit of a purpose. He was twenty minutes away from springing a surprise on her.
Love was at a crossroad.
(Word Count: 98)
This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE
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The credit for the breathtaking photograph goes to Dawn M. Miller