The rain drops were drenching that solitary road that day. The one which was always covered by footsteps and wheels saw no one accept two footsteps that stayed away from each other. They moved together under one shade as those drops of rain carried a magic within themselves,
"Hehe, will this be the perfect moment gentleman?" she asked, her wrinkles shining near her eyes,
The other footstep walked closer and stood near hers,
"Love doesn't age like we do"
He said. She smiled. They interlocked their hands, and stood tight, much stronger than yesterday where they saw themselves quarrel on not bringing an umbrella.
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RandomBite sized stories. Minimalistic stories Drabbles Microfiction All under 100 words Hope on to this journey where I won't elaborate stories. Read them because it hardly requires a few seconds. Decipher the depth of tiny plots. Happy Reading
