Miles To Go...


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!

Linking this post to #WritingWednesdays by WriteTribe


Comments

  1. We should all remember how precious an education is. Nicely done.

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    1. Unfortunately, Ian, this is the real story for many Indian girls living in the remote areas.
      Thanks for visiting and reflecting on the tale.

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  2. 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!

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    1. By drawing the picture of self and books, she stocked her inner flame of pursuing education. And it brought her back to life!
      Thanks PJ for visiting and glad that you liked the story.

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  3. Loved your take on this prompt Anagha! It does look like a girl with her books, doesn't it?

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  4. The wall was motionless. Still she could console her heart through her monologue with the dead wall. Nice one again Anagha

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    1. Thank you so much Aniruddha for visiting! You summed it up so well!

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  5. I love the picture your words painted. Great moment captured, Anagha.







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    1. To be honest, Mayuri, I have been witness to many such stories while growing up.
      Glad that you could see what my heart felt earnestly! Thanks for visiting.

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