Photo prompt provided by Louise Bunting at The Storyteller’s Abode.
Word Count: 175 words of text, exactly (next time, I’ll go for 150 words!)
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Plummet
©March 10th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Rajashekhar had died six months ago. At least, they’d been childless. Both his and her parents were long-dead. She had no siblings. All very neat, she thought.
Nothing bound Lakshmi to the world.
Alone, she climbed the stairs of the ruined castle she was visiting. The wind howled through its stony crevices. The sky bled gold through the gray of grief.
She was tired of the earth. Too much gravity. She wanted to be air, wind, light. She wanted to be Soul without Body.
Humming abstractedly, she reached the top, and prepared herself, with the slightest plummeting of stomach, to do the deed. Somewhere within, she still wept, her grief an open wound.
Reaching the top, and taking a deep breath, she stepped to the edge, where a sign warned visitors to stay away.
“Um … could you help me?” said a polite English voice. She turned. It belonged to a man, with beautiful, gray eyes. “I’ve lost my glasses, and cannot read this brochure.”
She stepped back.
He smiled, and she found herself in free-fall.
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Thanks to Priceless Joy who hosts Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers!
Thanks to Louise Bunting for the evocative photo-prompt!
This is my first story here.