(Image Credit: Crispina Kemp)
Just as he ascended the last of the steps, a lacerating pain shot through the left knee of Venky. White, lancing and dizzying. Before he could realise his legs buckled under him and he collapsed in a heap clutching at his affected knee. An involuntary wail escaped his lips.
“You seem to have done it really bad” a mellifluous voice, wafted towards him. A handsome middle aged man, with a frail but immaculate build stood over Venky. Before waiting for a reply, the man bent down and gently rolled his right palm in an anti-clockwise motion around Venky’s knee. The pain vanished miraculously.
The ‘miracle-man’ accompanied Venky, – who by this time had become effusive in both talk and praise – down the steps. Siew Kuan, just entering the park, greeted Venky cheerfully, before knitting an eyebrow and wondering out loud, “how come you are walking all alone this evening?”
(Word Count: 150)
Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #46 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.
1 comment
A spirit healer, in all senses? I like that, and I like how you reveal it.