Friday, February 27, 2009

55 Flash Fiction Friday #34: Chapter 26 - Nikalnaa


Some stories are the same in any language.
She turned eastward, determined her eyes would never again fall on this festering dung heap. As she passed the edge of the village, her sari grazed the ground, picking up a last trace of dust*. When night fell and she had put miles behind her, she scrubbed herself raw and reduced the sari to ash.
*Nod to Tiff... thanks for the visual babe.
Notes:
nikalnaa: to emerge
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11 comments:

Eaton Bennett said...

Excellent! Bless her determined spirit and love the last words, "she reduced her Sari to ash". :)

g-man said...

And taking nothing with her but bad memories....,
Excellent 55 Mojo.
Here's hoping that you have a Wonderful Week-End....G

Shadow said...

at last.....

MIke Kilgore said...

Man this stuff is intense and very well written...

S said...

Whew~ I think Ive missed something. Got some catching up to do here.

Have a great weekend, Mojo

Akelamalu said...

Free at last!

Mary said...

This is becoming my favorite soap opera. Always intense.

I'm glad she has put this chapter behind her.

ciara said...

great installment...w the sari being burned to ash, she is free.

Donnetta Lee said...

Very, very good, Mojo. I can "see" this one. D

Connie said...

Nice 55. I didn't do one this week. I like yours.

Michelle said...

Hi - found you from Mr. Know-it-all... I like your writing style, so intense.