(Photo Credit: Crispina Kemp)
The thin electricity wires strung out from pole to pole resembled random lines absently drawn against the clear blue sky. Lines from a blunt pencil; an instrument that had seen better days producing even better results. Just like some of Venky’s earlier days.
The ramshackle wooden fence to the right of a curve at the unpaved road caved in upon itself. Rotting wood. Wood which had once been sturdier enjoying the rays of the sun beating down upon it. Just like some of the sunny mornings and cheery disposition which adorned Venky’s past.
The untended grass on either side of the road was discoloured and unhealthy. The now pale yellow outgrowths were once an attractive green blessed by the touch of soil and sprinkler.
The road itself? There was a time when at the end of every journey there stood his beloved Ash. Now it was a road to nowhere.
(Word Count: 150)
Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #14 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.