Birdie: Friday Fictioneers

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© Luther Siler

The bird soared in the wind. Delilah had it in her sight. She took aim missing by the smallest margin. The annoying bird remained flapping. Like a golfer preparing to putt, she  lined it up thinking,  your time’s up birdie. Delilah missed again as a wind gust raised it out of reach. Persistently she tried again and again. Her failures didn’t daunt her. She kept trying until she succeeded in bringing the bird down. She pounced on it with gusto pulling off its feathers and ripping it to shreds.

“Vanessa, I’ve had enough. This time your puppy has to go.”

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© irene waters 2015

In response to the photo prompt  kindly provided by Luther Siler and the hosting by Rochelle who invites us to write a flash of no more than 100 words and link up via the blue frog on her site. If you don’t want to write have a read as there is always a varied talented selection to read.

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. Commenced a masters by research in 2014.
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27 Responses to Birdie: Friday Fictioneers

  1. Sandra says:

    Hah! I was just thinking what a cool (and cruel) young woman she was. 🙂 Good misdirection.

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  2. Dear Irene,

    But who can resist a puppy? Cute story and I agree with Sandra on the misdirection. Sweet picture. I love how some dogs really do have favorite toys.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  3. Sherri says:

    Haha…you had me there Irene, great flash and what a naughty puppy…anyone we know who might have inspired this? 😉

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  4. Irene, please tell me Muffin is safe and sound. Such an adorable photo, her with her birdie.

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    • Yes she is safe and sound. I haven’t heard anything about her going in the last couple of days and she is becoming a little better. I have no new bites this week and the puddles are fewer (if not none). I am not asking though? She is adorable and starting to be very funny. Once Roger starts laughing at her I know she is definitely here to stay.

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  5. Ouch.. never trust a pup to just play gently.. 🙂

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  6. Charli Mills says:

    Great set up and perhaps a hint of real-life inspiration!

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  7. You git me there for sure.

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  8. rgayer55 says:

    At first I thought she was shooting at it with at shotgun. Ha! Very clever, Irene.

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  9. Puppies have a hard time with resisting temptation.

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  10. subroto says:

    Ha! Ha! That’s was a great twist in the end.

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  11. Puppies do love to chew. Good story and a cute picture of your puppy. Great surprise ending. My parents had a little dachshund that one time ate an old leather moccasin. My mother was afraid for a while to give him water for fear the leather would swell inside his stomach. All was okay, though. 🙂 — Suzanne

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