100-word Flash Fiction
This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Everywhere I go there they are. They’ve been following me for days. Why? I have no special colors, and I’m rather shy. I can build a pretty mean nest though and I do sing beautifully.
I admit, they are certainly attractive with their bright colors and kinda funny with all their flaunting and feather fluffing.
Ah, I get it. I’m the only female here.
So, who to choose. This little dude right next to me is pretty hot. Why is he facing that way when the rest of us are all facing this way?
I’ll choose him. I like different.