A life lesson waiting at the side of the road.
Photo credit: AnnaER (public domain)
Marna offered her hand. “Up you go.”
“But…” The old woman frowned at her muddy rags.
“You shouldn’t walk another step on that foot.” Marna hoisted her onto the donkey. “First healing, then supper.”
“You’d do that for a stranger?”
Marna gazed ahead. “When I was young, my father fell ill at market. I carried both our baskets, practically carrying him too. Nobody helped. They thought him drunk, perhaps, or plagued.” She shrugged. “A donkey approached and nudged my father. Finding no owner, I put him on her back.
“I returned the donkey immediately, fearing her owner’s wrath. A man called to her. ‘Anagra, was this girl good to you?’ When Anagra nuzzled me, he smiled, saying, ‘She likes helping.’ He even gave me food for my father.”
The old woman nodded. “So, a role model for being selfless.”
“Both of them. See how lightly Cara here carries another’s burden? When I die, I only hope Sambar judges me to be as worthy as my donkey.”
Marna scratched Cara’s chin. Cara sniffed, and walked on.
Submitted for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge. Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting it! Click here to see other stories, or to submit your own. Here’s the original photo prompt (I figured a donkey by the side of the road was the closest I could get in Eneana!):
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