Time: A hundred word story

If you stop and notice, ever so carefully. You would see time move in the littlest of ways. You would notice the hands of a clock, ticking away in disdain, you’d see the clouds float away after relieving themselves of the heavy rain. And over time you’d see the flowers wilt and bloom again. An…

Due for a day too many.

So I mustered all my courage and pulled out the bottle of perfume I hadn’t touched since the day we last met. *Deep breathe* It’s time. It was untouched, the dark red color of the bottle shone as bright as before, unlike my face that was scared and nervous of all these memories I was…