Friday Fictioneers – Home Bird

ff100216A single drip of condensation trickled down the living room wall. Arthur shivered and cupped his pale hands around a mug of steaming, black coffee – Arthur detested black coffee, but the last of the milk had run out over two weeks ago.

By now the early-spring daffodils would be forcing their way between the tangled weeds of his allotment on Warring Rd. Arthur wanted nothing more than to be back there, tending to his beloved patch – but he knew if went out he’d never get back in. He was the only one left you see, and he had nowhere else to go.


These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

17 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Home Bird

  1. lillian

    Ah,,,,you’ve set the reader up….I’m sitting here with my hands wrapped round a cool glass of chardonnay (when they’re not on the keyboard), wondering what happens next!

  2. Dreamer of Dreams

    That is absolutely heart-breaking! And that ending brought it all together into one devastating point. Well-done!
    (Something about this image has produced so many tales of impending loss or sorrow, it seems!)


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