A Myna

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 Douglas M. MacIlroy for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO POMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

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.

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