(Photo Credit: Joy Pixley)

The gravel pathway leading on to the Research Centre was prevented from getting baked underneath the heat of a blazing sun by a gnarled and twisted canopy of brown and green. The shadows of the knotty and contorted bark made for an interspersion of asymmetry as Siew Kuan studiedly made her way to the non-decrepit office. Beyond the stone walls could be glimpsed the vast expanse of an azure blue sea.

Opened with the usual fanfare and flamboyance, The Centre for Ozone Restoration, was both Siew Kuan’s altruistic brainchild and politics’ assiduous neglect. Lobby cartels and unscrupulous Multinational Corporations prevailed over restrictions on the use of Ozone depleting substances such as hydro chlorofluorocarbons (HCFCs) and chlorofluorocarbons (CFCs). Capitalism and Carbon emissions were after all siblings operating in tandem.

First they revoked Siew Kuan’s patented technology for Ozone preservation. The screws were further tightened when the funding reduced to a mere trickle. Now with all the employees gone, the Centre was virtually gasping for air.

But Siew Kuan had not decided to scale this summit for nothing. Fight she will, ferociously, fervently and fanatically like a wounded tigress. This much she knew, she owed Mother Nature!

(Word Count: 195)

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Susan Spaulding. For more details visit Here.  To read more of the stories based on this week’s prompt, visit Here.

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