Here is my first real-time attempt at joining Friday Fictioneers. I have been reading the short stories of others for over 2 years and finally got the courage to join in. Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers that write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We are allowed to use the photo in our post, and encouraged to leave each other comments. I will not be joining Concrit but I will be reading other bloggers’ stories and trying to leave comments. I always appreciate anyone who takes the time to leave a comment on any of my posts.
She was a goner now. She had broken the most expensive thing in the building: that big stupid bird.
She had hated that thing from the moment he sat it in the lobby. She tried to tell him they were not a theme park, but he hadn’t listened. He thought that children would like it.
She complained to her co-workers about it. They’d never believe she had knocked it over on accident.
Tasha wondered for a moment if she could hide it until she could call a repair man.
Then she heard a wail, “Mommy! What happened to the birdie?”