Wee Hours - A Short Story

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A dead silence ensued in the wee hours when a boy & the girl kept running. Their legs are hurting, their lungs are screaming saying, “We give up”, but they had to find their way!

Walking past them, a person covered in a grey coat and a hoodie. The boy asked if they were heading right, the lady confirmed the route they set out on. As they ran through the city at the wee hours in the morning, with limited people and vehicles, they felt lost!

After running and gasping for breath for about 15 minutes, they got a gut feeling, they were heading in the wrong direction. With the passing turn, they followed the track backward, delighted to see a guard standing at the subway. Upon consulting him, he directed them in the right direction. They continued running with the clock was ticking, their destination was nowhere to be seen. As they passed a few random people, the girl asked for directions, and the person said — “Hurry, run before 7 o’clock”! The boy & girl ran faster, up until they finally arrived at the London Bus station, and saw their bus they had to board!



©Shweta, 2020 All rights reserved!
Originally published in Written Tales 


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