The advice I often read about short stories is that they should contain a shatter moment or the fallout from one. This story was inspired by an image I had in my mind, similar to the one above. Time passes so quickly and we can sometimes wish bits of it away, but occasionally one single moment can be of the utmost importance!
She didn’t think he’d come. At quarter past she knew he wouldn’t.
When he got to the clock she’d gone.
He knew it was his last chance. But he’d struggled to park and the jeweller fussed with the ring.
He’d waited too long.
If only she’d waited one minute longer.