#293. ABANDONED SOULS: Flash Fiction

Alone in the woods, away from the crowd, I was all alone building my own cabin.

This seclusion was a chosen one, for the Afgan war had not only given me battle scars but also made me bitter, too bitter to be social once again. I had forgotten how to smile, how to live again! My cheery old self had long bid adieu.

Never worrying about the rumour dissemination going on behind my back, I lived my life, one tough day at a time. Half of the town believed me to be a psychopath and a probable serial killer left at the large, but I couldn’t care less.

As per my daily routine, I was cutting logs in my small workstation when I suddenly heard a whining sound. Normal ears would never have caught on that sound. But, mine were so trained that I could pick up even the drop sound of a pin in my sleep.

I went out and found an abandoned dog, who looked like he might not live to see another day, was struck under a heavy log. I pulled out the log and carried the skinny animal into the shelter. I tended to his wounds, fed him and got back to my work. ‘Why am I even caring? Am I getting attached already?’, I thought.

‘No. I couldn’t leave him dying alone in the woods. It’s just humanity’, I had reasoned myself. But, I couldn’t stop myself from checking up on him from time to time, till he could stand on his legs four days later.

When he looked better, I took him out and let him go. That day, I couldn’t concentrate much on the job at hand and almost hit my hand twice with the hammer. I went to check on him after lunch in the shelter only to be invited by an empty bed instead of a pair of hopeful eyes. Nodding my head, I went back to work thinking what had happened to me.

As I finished my dinner and set out for a walk, I saw him waiting for me outside my workplace. He took in my approaching form, let out a small howl and wagged his tail while circling my legs. Until I saw him, I hadn’t realized how I had come to caring for him in just four days. As he put his front legs on me trying to grab my attention, I let out a sigh and a small smile escaped my lips.

I no longer felt lonely. I had someone to care for and who would love me unconditionally. I had thought my heart had shrunk to a level that it had lost the capacity to love someone, but this dog had succeeded to take some bitterness off me with his loyalty. I patted his head and passed on some warmth from one abandoned soul to another!


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Published by Ramya Vivek

Formerly a Software professional, I have been a homemaker for a while. My life revolves around my two daughters. Having started writing only recently, I just discovered what I have been missing all along in my otherwise almost-perfect life. I want to create postive content inspiring minds across all age groups.

18 thoughts on “#293. ABANDONED SOULS: Flash Fiction

  1. Honestly, Ramya, this is so beautiful and made me cry because I was saved by animals, including dogs, when my life was in tatters. One of the very best stories you have written. Where is that book of your short stories?
    Thank you.


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