my name is green

Friday, September 25, 2009

Missed Chance - a very short story

She wanted to tell him something. When the right time would come.
He waited. Then he was gone.
One day, he came back - for a day.
She was gone. For good.

But he got an idea of what she had wanted to say. Yes, there was a problem.
And he could have done nothing.
Would it have mattered had she said it?

We only know the chance was missed.