They called him Birdman. He strung birdcages on wires between the buildings. They thought it was pleasant and enjoyed the chirping of all of the birds.
But then he got carried away. Too many cages. Too much noise. Too much bird poop falling on the kids playing in the alley below.
Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: Tony Dinh at Unsplash.com.
“It’s simple,” the man said. “All you have to do is carry these boxes from this house to the one at the top of the alley. I’ll give you five dollars for each box.”
I was out of work and really needed the money. There were maybe 20 boxes to be moved, so I figured sure, why not? A hundred bucks to move boxes. I estimated about 10 to 15 minutes each way and figured I could have all 20 boxes moved by the end of the day, no problem. So I got started hauling the boxes, one at a time, up the alley.
Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening. Each box seemed a little bit heavier than the one before it. By the time I got to the tenth box, it was so heavy that I could barely lift it.
I hadn’t bothered asking the old man what was in the boxes. I didn’t think that was any of my business. But when the box was almost too heavy to lift, I had to see what was inside of it. I pulled off the tape, opened the flaps and looked inside. “Oh my God,” I screamed.
Written for 50 Word Thursday. This week’s prompt was provided Kristian Tales From the Mind of Kristian.
The rules for this prompt are:
- The completed piece must be in multiples of 50 words — maximum of 250 words. Anything is acceptable — poetry, story, anecdote.
- There will be a photo (above) and a random phrase from a book that Kristian is currently reading. That phrase is, “Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening.” You can use either the picture, the phrase, or both.
- Please pingback to Kristian’s prompt post and tag your post “50 word Thursday.”
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Pat’s bike had been stolen two days earlier. He posted a picture of it on Craigslist, asking if anyone had seen it. An anonymous responder got back to Pat, pinpointing the location of the stolen bike. The responder also advised Pat to bring a hacksaw.
Pat went to the location and there it was, locked to iron bars with a u-bolt, next to a graffiti-covered wall in an alley.
Pat began hacking through the u-bolt so that he could take his stolen bike back. Too bad for him that a cop came around while he was sawing off the bolt.
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Linda Xu.