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.
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!
ReplyDeleteIt is a genuine potboiler. Get stuff.
ReplyDeleteHa ha! Gud one!
ReplyDeleteAnd superb title! Triumph for sure!
ReplyDelete@Vaish - Thanks, glad u liked it !
ReplyDelete@Navneet - Thanks :)
@Swaram - Thanks, yeah I didnt want to give anything away in the title !
Superb! :)
ReplyDelete@Shail - Thank you ! you are too kind !
ReplyDeletethis is how I catch my last bus to office....
ReplyDeletewonderful.
ReplyDeleteI see myself when I read it.
@sweta, Muddassir - Yeah we've all run after buses at some point in our lives :)
ReplyDeleteExcellent! I'd have never guessed it.
ReplyDeleteI have done this in Mumbai trains and buses.Loved the F-55.
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