(Photo Credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields)
With the languid grace of a gymnast, Parveen landed with a soft thud and precisely braced knees on the damp mud surrounding the embankment. Gingerly wading her way through the mass of foul smelling water, she crossed over towards the second pillar whose base was partly hidden by a dense undergrowth of Sparganium eurycarpum or bur-weed.
The desperate wails had now turned to tired whimpers. Looking into the exhausted but gleaming eyes of the child Parveen went down on her knees and tenderly picked her up.
“Where are you taking me?” the shrill voice was filled with terror.
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This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE
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The credit for the breathtaking photograph goes to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Parveen seems to be a good person. Who else makes so much effort for an unknown homeless child?
It’s good she was so minded to go out of her way to rescue her
That one act of compassion will change both their lives, for sure.
A budding Mother Theresa?
This beautiful. Love the character.