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Feathers came at breakfast

He longed to start the day with some random bird. While busily playing the stock market (was it any wonder he was single - stock brokers are soooo yesterday) late into the night, he fantasized about the random sucking his juice dry every single morning.

Sometimes his fantasia got a little....too real. Hurrying to the bedroom, he would always pluck a feather from the gross feather flowers his Grandma gave him for the most recent Christmas past. The flowers he hated, the tickle he coveted. God, he wished he could work from home all the time.

If only he could find himself a bird whose feathers he could manipulate into performing morning delight upon his badly neglected beak. He just needed to be juiced by another human being. He'd been through the proverbial black book far too many times and he was smart enough to know that it was the same as the fridge - still the same as last time he looked. No new delights to be had.

Last Sunday, while he was enjoying his own company and right at the crucial juicing stroke, his Grandma phoned.

"Darling boy," she tinkered in her frail voice, "What can Granny get you for your birthday?"

His breathing thick and frustrated, not only with failure but also with the intrusion, he rudely told his Gran exactly as it was. "I want a bird to breakfast with. I want to beak her and ruffle her around until she lays her eggs in my hands."

His birthday card arrived in the mail. Surprised, he was, because after the way he disrespected his Grandmother he really thought their relationship was over. But, true to her nature of always giving a wanted gift, Grandma had included a voucher to Breakfast with the Birds at Rainforest Habitat. As an extra little bonus, Grandma had prepaid for two beakers of orange juice and the experience of her grandson cooking his own eggs, freshly collected from the aviary.




If you wish to join the Writers Prompt Daily simply use the above photo as a prompt and post a short story, poem or paragraph to your blog. Leave a comment and the link here so that all participants can come to you and read/comment/encourage. Story above is copyright and is Megan Bayliss' writing around the above picture prompt.

7 Response to "Feathers came at breakfast"

Sammi said...

ROFL!!
GO GRAN!!

I will never look at a feather the same again.
But GO GRAN!

Becca said...

An original tale! I love the grandmother. That stuff never flys with the parents!

Julie G said...

Note to self, never ummm answer the phone while ummm juicing.

Awesome, Megan...I like the play on words.

Gorgeous gran.

P.S. A sex scene...I wonder what both of us had for breakfast? LMAO.

Megan Bayliss said...

lol...yes, I'm getting a little daring moving into sex scenes. I love Grandma. I reckon she must know what her Grandson is up to though otherwise, why would she have bought him feather flowers for Christmas - Gran who only buys wanted presents.

I struggled putting overt sex on the site. My self censoring mixed with my professional background in child protection impacted upon me but in the end I did it because it s just words and a writing exercise.

Julie G said...

Yes you did do it, Bravo!!!!

Julie G said...

http://thelittledunpony.blogspot.com/2010/06/bird-stalker.html

I forgot to add my link...duh...blonde moment.

Mountaingirl said...

I am so glad you did include sex Megan! And I love the contrast in the characters of Gran and the writer ... and the ever present birds :-)

 
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