It was a steep ascent, and she preferred missing the bus, than taking a risk.
She had let him go, years ago, as she did not want to share his struggles in life. She had chosen a peaceful, anonymous existence in this remote place. There were no struggles, but there was no excitement either.
Today was somehow different. The town had seen some immigrants after a long time. They appeared to be a happy, affable lot, with exciting stories of their past existence. They were trying their best to inject cheer in the denizens of Drabville. She heard the sound of a familiar name being dropped. Did they ….. did they know someone up there?
She wanted to cross over to other side, and speak to people in the red lorry. She wanted to ask them, what was life like, up there? Was it worth the steep climb?
And most important of all, was he still waiting for her?
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There is mystery in this story. Makes me want to think about it. Interesting.
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Thanks, Susan!
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Hmmm, a cliffhanger, Reena!
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🙂
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Delightful Reena.
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Good story, Reena.
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Thanks!
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Looking down at the red lorry in the photo, I had to struggle to imagine her having to look up.
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I think maybe he had never given up on her. Good story Reena.
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Thank you so much!
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