Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a #100wordstory in response to a photo prompt. PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy
The note was written and everything was perfectly planned. He’d put on the music and work on the finishing touches, before the final stroke. The world would wake up to his dismal story the next morning. He’d be gone by then.
“Oh, for some fresh air”— he thought and flung open the window.
Suddenly, a mynah flew in, fluttering in desperation. As he chased it, it bumped into his easel, spilling paint, scattering his best works on the floor, before limping and flying away.
“Was it trying to say something?” he wondered. He couldn’t be sure of his plans anymore.
(100 words)
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Linking this with #FridayFictioneers hosted by the amazing Rochelle Wiseoff.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers every week. Bloggers post their stories here and everyone ends up reading one another, including Rochelle who visits every post written— a fantastic encouragement for all the writers. If you’re interested, click here to read the amazing variety of narratives and storylines, inspired by the photo prompt.
I really like this especially the way the bird flies in by chance to help.
Thank you Rachel. Glad to see you stop by and share your thoughts. 🙂
I think he was looking for reasons not to follow through 😉 Nice take on the prompt 🙂
Or maybe he was having second thoughts about it…who knows? Thanks Dahlia for stopping by and sharing your thoughts.
A benevolent mynah instead of a malevolent one. Nice. Refreshing change of pace 🙂
Thanks. That little thing actually saved him and so it is no longer an ordinary bird but one that allows for divine interventions to take place, as some comments will tell you.
Rescued by the birdie! Nice ending, Esha. It’s often the little things that changes the course of our thoughts. Lovely to see you back in this space, Esha. 😀
Thank you so much for your appreciation, Vinitha. Nothing seems trivial when something intervenes in the form of fate and saves a life.
Having another person or a creature to care can make such a difference. Sweet story, Esha.
Of course, it does, Corinne. Glad you liked it. 🙂
I wonder who sent the bird. A delightful little tale.
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An intervention from another world it seems but it did save him! Thank you for your appreciation! Will hop over to your story right away. 🙂
That was a mynah with a mission, or maybe just a lucky break. I hope the artist embraces his second chance.
Who can tell? But, the mynah did save a life. I am sure the artist wasn’t ready enough to quit so the second chance will work. Thanks for stopping by and sharing your thoughts.
i guess the bird didn’t like what it saw. it was garbage. his masterpiece was still to come. excellent piece of writing.
Thank you for your appreciation! You’re probably right in saying that about the bird. I like that strain of thought!
I second Rochelle’s comment. Things happen for a reason.
Thanks Russell. I agree. Sometimes, that can be the silver lining that saves us from drowning in despair.
A good, original take on the prompt. Interesting that he should feel the need for fresh air, thus letting in the bird. At first I wondered about that, but actually I can imagine somebody doing exactly that. Almost a last little taste of life. Perhaps he wasn’t quite as ready as he thought he was?
Thank you for your appreciation, Penny. I’m glad you could see that! We’re often not ready to quit even when we think we are…guess that’s what keeps hope alive in the worst of times!
Saved by the bird! (instead of bell!)
Nice one, Esha!
You’re right, Dale. That whiff of fresh air was all he needed!
looks like a little birdie flew in to tell him so! Nicely done Esha!
Thanks so much, Shalini. 🙂
Dear Esha,
Sounds like some Divine intervention. I like that it ended on a hopeful note.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle. I like that word – ‘divine intervention’. Perhaps our lives do hang by many of those invisible threads that we often don’t see. Thank you for stopping by. 🙂
An intervention by fate! Nicely done, Esha.
Thanks, Varad. Fate intervenes when one least expects, don’t you think?
A nice quirk of fate that saves a life. Lovely.
Thank you, Iain. Seemingly trivial things often control our lives, I think.