This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.
Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.
Uncle Martin was my favourite. One day, his truck stopped outside our house.
I ran out. He picked me up. Put me on his shoulder and we zoomed into the house.
Inside the house — he… getting out candies from his pocket; I… grabbing them reflexively. Engrossed as I was, unwrapping and chomping them, I noticed uncle’s hands in front of me.
“A gift for you,” he said.
My eyes grew with joy. I ripped the shiny wrapper with my sticky fingers.
Inside was a soft, fluffy bird.
“A mynah!” he said.
It chirped and flapped on pressing the switch button.