The Flat Foot

(Image Credit: Crispina Kemp)

The pain knifed across the sole of his foot before coursing up the shin making Venky wince in undisguised agony.  He stifled a scream even though not a soul was to be found in his vicinity.  Rivulets of sweat streaming down his forehead, dripped into his eyes.

The blurred vision triggered by the sweat that made him miss the waif like apparition wafting to and fro across the small and unused bridge under a canopy of trees. It was the sound which which drew his attention towards it. “Write for me, my lad, write your grief and record your miseries.” Turning towards the scratchy, patchy voice, Venky saw a skeletal figure clad in a Grey tattered robe clinging loosely over a non existent body.

Venky ran. Ran as much as his obese body and battered heel would allow. a piercing laughter followed him all the way along the lonely road.

Word Count: 150)

Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #34 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.

4 thoughts on “The Flat Foot

  1. After all, Venky remains alive after takinng the bullet and ironically he made friend with the skeletal figure in the end. Apparently fthey took a selfie together too. I’m amazed how exciting it is to be in Venky’s life that is full of surprises.


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