Photo prompt by CEAyr
The two-wheeler stood in the verandah with the peepal tree giving it company. A black
cat stared. I refused to mount on it. He explained to me that the public transportation in
the villages are skeletal. I understood but refused to bow to his diktat.
“Akka, the lady is in pain”. The farmer came in panting.
I grabbed my white coat and paraphernalia and made a dash.
The road was undulating, muddy and difficult to navigate.
I reached my destination.
The delivery was quick and uncomplicated.
“Congratulations, a healthy boy is born”, said I, smiling.
I had overcome my Vehophobia.
Written for : Friday Fictioneers
Note : Akka means elder sister. A respectful way of addressing ladies.
Word count : 100