Flight of the Starlings

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I remember our first clandestine meeting. Our forbidden love bloomed under the unabashed red and yellow gulmohar. You thought I was coy, but who can look the sun in the face? Up in the branches were two doe-eyed mynahs.

“One for sorrow, two for joy, three for letter…” We girls used to sing when we were little.

Three peck at the dirt outside the house today. Maybe I’ll hear from you from wherever you’ve been deployed. Your side of the bed has been cold for too long.

It’s a telegram. My skin tingles in anticipation.

Wings flutter. Two fly away.

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This 100-word story is in response to Donna-Louise Bishop’s Prompt Pot. This week’s prompt was ‘Birds’.

4 thoughts on “Flight of the Starlings

  1. Donna-Louise Bishop

    Ouch. My heart made some sort of noise but I’m not sure what it was, I just know it hurt. Great take on the prompt this week x

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  2. Pranju Chakrapani

    That’s beautiful Hema. Beautiful yet poignantly sad ( for the lack of better words)

    I have searched my way through for your page. Wondering why you left the IB when so much of amazing content is kept stacked here.

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    1. mixedbag Post author

      It’s so nice to hear from you, Pranju! Thanks for looking my page up! IB and I, well, we just parted ways. The “i’ll vote for you if you vote for me” thing wasn’t working for me. I’ve found some great groups which provide constructive criticism. But i’m really glad you read this. I hope you’ll come back and i’m looking forward to catching up with your posts.

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