Thanks Fandango for the picture prompt.
Nikhil was never enthralled by the sport of boxing. Barbaric, he termed it. However, he is
rudely tossed in the ring without the protective gloves and his opponent is a formidable
The numerous blows that he has received has made him gather himself up albeit a
weaker shadow. Separation from spouse perturbed him. Another blow was the demise of
his first-born. He is relieved that his parents are not around to watch his plight. The desk
job that kept his body and soul together is gone.
Nikhil’s tousled was the result of neglect rather than the wind churning from the
Windmills of God.
The unfavorable roll of the dice is deciding his destiny. The vagrant turn of the wheel of
fortune is shrinking his confidence. He has to pick up the un-tessellated pieces to
complete a picture.
His gaze shifts to the giant windmill. I will not be a victim, he declares.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.Thank you Priceless Joy
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