Friday, 16 June 2017

Tit for tat.


              She stood as still as she could, in the ankle deep puddle, praying for a miracle. Saniya had come  prepared: raincoat, gumboots, rubber gloves, and the most important of them all, the jar, with the lid, of course.

            It was not the kind of the place she would visit, ever. But, this HAD to be done. Her chin quivered with anger as she remembered yesterday's episode in the classroom. The sniggers, the catcalls, the taunts. The scene played over and over in her mind, like the record of grandpa's favourite songs, on the loop. Her chest heaving, her nostrils flared, her resolve strengthened, she bent down cautiously, and reached for her prey.

          She ignored the squeamishness she felt  as her trembling fingers gripped its hind legs. The frog struggled fiercely, but luck was on her side. As quickly as she had picked it up, she dropped it in the jar, and shut the lid with a triumphant smile.

         "You never mess with a Kapoor girl!" she muttered under her breath, as she drew up plans for her revenge with the boys. 

This post has been written for Wordy Wednesday.

This week's prompt: Word Prompt: Squeamish.
          

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