“I don’t understand what you want from me.” Trevor was mystified. Heather was leaving him. Again.
“That’s it!” she huffed, jaw clenched. “I just can’t trust you’ll be there when I need you.”
“It wasn’t my fault that you drank too much at the party!”
“You should’ve been there to stop me.” A tear slid down as she walked away.
Trevor flipped his hand, palm up, in a bent elbow gesture. “Why did you keep accepting Kevin’s drinks?”
“Because HE was there!”
Just then, a baby bird dropped into his palm and peered up at him, annoyed but grateful.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (02/18/2021): In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story where a character is in the right place at the right time. It may be cause for celebration! Go where the prompt leads!
At the right time baby bird😍..
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A bird in the hand, appreciating the safe, is better than the girl in a rush…😉
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Well, I think he’s better off. Stick to the bird 😀
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At least the bird is appreciative!
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Good to invest our emotions into those that will accept them.
I read the advice comments for giggles. Sometimes it is hard to see the forest for the trees. 🙂
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Agreed. Sometimes it takes a nestling dropping from one of those trees to get the big picture!
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A bird in the hand… ah, let her go, Trev.
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A reminder to go with those who appreciate what ya got to offer.
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Very unexpected and very well-written. Thanks for that!
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Thank you! At least somebody appreciates him!
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