The Ash Track

SPF 10-28-8 Fandango 4

(Image Credit: Fandango)

“You have to walk if you desire to be fit”, Ash goaded Venky on as he huffed and puffed his way through the much treaded and cracked walking track. Rivulets of sweat streamed down his forehead, depositing themselves on his cheeks before plummeting down his Led Zeppelin T-shirt, which by this time was damp and soaked. The weather was not helping one bit. The sun blazed down with a vengeance and with an intent that was remorseless. But those ferocious rays were, but water off a duck’s back for Ash. Supremely fit she was a Greek sculpture. Kick boxing on Monday; Pilates on Tuesday; Badminton on Wednesday followed by an insane bout of Fly Cycling on Thursdays. Venky didn’t even bother wondering what the weekends were for her. All he knew was that she was a selfless soul who was trying to get his life back on track following a horrendous automobile accident that had shattered his hip and pelvic bones, and in the process immobilizing him for close to eight excruciating months.

If he had any radiance left in his being, it was Ash. His Ash. But he knew that he was not her Venky.

Will he ever be?

(Word Count – 200)

Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Susan Spaulding. For more details visit HERE

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