When
she reached the bus stop, she was panting. Almost out of breath, she witnessed a
dying trail of the dust in the air. It was the sure sign that she had failed to
catch the bus once again…
…Once
again, she was to miss the joy, she craved dearly!
Tears
welled up in her eyes. A lump in throat was nudging to escape her clenched
lips. She sat on a boulder that rested against the dilapidated wall. The wall
stood motionless to witness the sobs.
Wiping
up tears, she picked up a small piece of broken brick. She started making some
drawings on the wall. She drew herself and some books. After a while, she took few steps back to admire her
drawing.
A
smile line now flashed across her face.
She reached
for her half-torn knapsack and swung it on her shoulder. With the sprint in her
feet, she started running on the road…the road that would one-day gift her
wings…
...The road to her school!
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Word Count: 168 words
Linking this post to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers: 141st Challenge By Priceless Joy
This week's photo prompt is provided by any1mark66. Thank you Mark for the prompt!
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We should all remember how precious an education is. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately, Ian, this is the real story for many Indian girls living in the remote areas.
DeleteThanks for visiting and reflecting on the tale.
Wonderful story! So sweet that she gained her composure by drawing on the rock and was able to run to get to school! Enjoyed this!
ReplyDeleteBy drawing the picture of self and books, she stocked her inner flame of pursuing education. And it brought her back to life!
DeleteThanks PJ for visiting and glad that you liked the story.
Loved your take on this prompt Anagha! It does look like a girl with her books, doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteThanks Namratha... U echoed my perception.
DeleteThe wall was motionless. Still she could console her heart through her monologue with the dead wall. Nice one again Anagha
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Aniruddha for visiting! You summed it up so well!
DeleteI love the picture your words painted. Great moment captured, Anagha.
ReplyDeleteTo be honest, Mayuri, I have been witness to many such stories while growing up.
DeleteGlad that you could see what my heart felt earnestly! Thanks for visiting.