Absurd Bird – Friday Fictioneers

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Time for another Friday Fictioneers entry! The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Follow the link to her blog for more information. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.

2018 06 15

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

Absurd Bird

“It’s not a ‘hissy fit’,” I explode. “I’m intellectual; deep: an artist! I should be Poe: writing hauntingly melancholic poems about ravens.”

He roars with laughter, pointing.

“Look! Your muse!”

There, struts the campest creature I have ever seen. This thing really puts the ‘cock’ in cockatoo.

“That’s…ridiculous.”

“It suits you. You absurd bird.”

I smile, defeated. He kisses me.

I close my eyes, soul expanding, but never feel the touch of his lips.

 

He evaporates, my imagined love, along with the scene. Leaving me alone.

 

The mirror reflects a familiar look of disappointment and mild amusement.

“You absurd bird.”

7 responses to “Absurd Bird – Friday Fictioneers”

  1. Iain Kelly Avatar

    Such a sad ending I felt, she seems so lonely. Well written.

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  2. neilmacdon Avatar

    Like dark chocolate

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  3. James McEwan Avatar

    Searching for inspiration that vanishes into thin air – it keeps the imagination ticking over.

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  4. pennygadd51 Avatar

    An interesting story about one approach to the craft of writing. Constantly imagining the same scene, trying to experience it as fully as possible and then putting the insights onto the page – yeah, go there, do that…

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  5. granonine Avatar

    Aw. Disappointing. I hope she finds the flesh-and-blood version of her daydream 🙂

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  6. jillyfunnell Avatar

    Neatly told story.

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  7. Lynn Love Avatar

    Sad and lonely feelings coming through here – well described and told, Thom

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