50 Word Stories: Broken Wing

We watched it hopping around the veranda more frog than bluebird, one wing flapping wildly, the other hanging like a matador’s cape, blue not red, as though provoking gulls not bulls. Jonny, my brother, rushed out to help it, but it just skipped away under a bush. It didn’t return.


6 thoughts on “50 Word Stories: Broken Wing”

  1. Richard, this struck a chord as today whilst along the coast I spotted a gull hopping along, its bedraggled wing dragging in the sand, lifeless, useless. A sudden movement scared away the flock of gull which lifted as onesie flew away but this poor injured one was left alone.

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