This is the continuation of my short storyThe lost painting.
Riko's uncle, a small merchant in Gharighat, a remote village about 50 km from the city was a happy man and had taken care of him since his parents passed away in the horrifying bus accident that shooked the whole state. Riko then a student of the eighth standard at a private school in Noida city, was broken down by this which resulted in a full-year loss for him. This incident changed his life over the unfortunate death of his parents.
His uncle had no sons as his only daughter was married and being a widower was staying alone at the time Riko's arrival. It was seven years he had been staying with four dogs and a few hens, who were his family. Riko's arrival had made him less lonely and he was glad that someone was there to talk or at least listen.
The first few months, it was hard for Riko to get along with the new situation but gradually he began to accept this as his fate and tried to live a normal happy life. They currently did not have a feeling of comprehension among them and close by neighbours interfered with them. This went on while things deteriorated and without much reason. Slowly, they both believed that their stars were responsible for their little quarrels.
One day when Riko came home late in the evening after school, fighting mud wrestling with, his uncle didn't open the doors for him, Riko slept on the cowshed all night. The next morning, his uncle forced him to be in and Riko went inside.
(End of five minutes)
To be continued...
My freewrite for Day 934: 5 Minute Freewrite: Tuesday - Prompt: mud wrestling by @mariannewest
Short stories writer, an art lover
from NorthEast, India.
created by @derangedvisions
I can't imagine losing my parents at a young age. I always admired children to grow up without their parents and somehow do well.
That is the most terrible thing that can happen to a young teenager. Thanks for reading 👍
My pleasure and I am sure you are right on that. Take care.