Possibly the last: Friday Fictioneers

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photo @ Douglas M. MacIlroy

Pulverised garden worms. Adam had used his wife’s food processor whilst she was out making a tasty meal for the mynor bird he’d captured earlier in the day.  “C’mmon Tweety Pie. Just in case. Open wide.” The bird obliged and Adam fed him with the tweezers he’d found in his wife’s bathroom cabinet.

“Adam, what the hell do you think you are doing?” From his wife’s thunderous look he knew her full wrath was about to descend on him. Perhaps he hadn’t cleaned the mixer well enough. ” What are you doing with that poor bird?”

“All the canaries died.”

In response to the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers


Coal miners took canaries into the mine with them as the canary would die from bad air much earlier than the miner. Thus if the canary died, the coal miner knew to run. More info on this here I figured some man caves are probably as potentially dangerous to enter as a mine and what better bird than a mynor.

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. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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32 Responses to Possibly the last: Friday Fictioneers

  1. You are so clever with these ending twists! Almost funny! (Poor bird.)

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  2. granonine says:

    Yikes. Nice twist at the end.

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  3. plaridel says:

    i think it’s time to get out and breathe some fresh air. 🙂

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  4. Dale says:

    Oh dear…

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  5. Paula says:

    🙂 Your sense of humour. Irene, I appreciate the info about canaries and miners. Fascinating!

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  6. Miles Rost says:

    D’oh! Caught with a bird in the hand. Well done!

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  7. pennygadd51 says:

    Sounds like Adam needs the mancave to escape from his harpy wife!

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  8. Varad says:

    Not a bad last meal! But what was he thinking?

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  9. Life Lessons of a Dog Lover says:

    You built up this nicely. I didn’t expect that end at all.

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  10. Dear Irene,

    I’m not sure what I’d do in the wife’s place after that ending line. Oh dear. Good one.



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  11. Well replacing your early warning system with another bird makes as much sense as anything these days. A lot like changing the batteries in your fire alarm without putting out the fire.

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  12. That bit about the worms in the blender made me gringe!

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