Crows waddle about pecking at the grass and dirt. He, in his black security guard uniform, waddles along too—arthritic knees splaying his legs. On the nearby street, tires squeal and horns honk, sending the crows skyward. He stops, turns his head, watches them, surely with a twinge of green.
Louella Lester writes in Winnipeg, Canada. Her flash writing has appeared in Spelk, Reflex Fiction, Flash Fiction North, Microfiction Monday Magazine, Fewer Than 500, and Flash: The International Short-Short Story Magazine.
Thanks for posting my little story🙂
Really enjoyed this story!
Thanks🙂
Lovely story. Thanks for sharing it with us.
And I’m thrilled to have the story selected as a Story of the Week😀
It’s a gem, Louella. Loved it.
Lovely!