Shanti was walking along the woods surrounding her ancestral home. It had been 18 years since she visited the town where she grew up. Memories hit her face like cold wind on a bike ride – Raju, a stray dog who she had rescued from the streets as a puppy, her younger brother who she had the best of times with, especially at their prime play spot which they had constructed with a tent around a log which was shaped like chairs. Nestled in the lap of nature, the town was everything she loved in life.
Until that fateful evening, when her brother was cruelly taken away from her. Fate plays with people’s lives in vicious ways. It had come in the form of a king cobra, and he had collapsed instantly. The nearest hospital was miles away and she watched him die, helpless.
Life had come a full circle for Shanti, who was now making plans of starting her first clinic in this town, after establishing herself as a very capable doctor.
This entry is written for Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers. It is a feature where a photo is posted every week, and a creative entry is written under 175 words.
Thanks to Fandango for providing the picture.