Found this on a blog, talking about the different types of endings for short stories, and this one is the 'frozen moment' - where a tableau or scene is fossilised and preserved in unnerving beauty, as is the following:
“There is an endless road somewhere, and on that road speeds a hand-me-down rattletrap bus on an endless trip, and somewhere near the back of that bus, you and I are snugly squeezed into one of the two-seater benches, with you next to the window and me next to the aisle, holding hands like schoolchildren, talking, occasionally smiling at each other, looking like we will never let go.”
- “Passengers” by Luis Joaquin Katigbak
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did anyone else suddenly get the urge to go on a long, meandering road trip after reading that passage? beautiful.
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