The young ones hang out on Greene St. It’s always been that way. A handful here. A handful there. Groups mix and merge only to separate and regroup.
“We wait for Marty.” Sal dryly says.
Quiet descends on the group. They fidget a bit. Eyes look side to side. Nervous twitches. Anxious moments rise.
“He… he must be late….or something.” Timothy breaks the brief pause.
Streets are alive as a truck chugs past. Leaving a cloud of grey black smoke. A car approaches slowly. A group turns to behold the car.
“OK, boys let’s go! Forget Marty!” Sal screams and flaps his wings.
A swarm of birds leave the wire.
Below the black car is no longer clean.
Written as part of a challenge called Friday fictioneers, https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/05/04/6-may-2016/
I love this. What a funny and unexpected twist. My car is one of the victims, too.
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I park under trees at work. It happens
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Dear Mark,
I’ve always suspected as much.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Never trust an animal with innocent eyes. They are the first to turn against you.😉
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Hahaha! Sly, sly feathered creatures! Clever one, Mark! 😀
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Oh they plot and scheme just like the rest of the animal world. My cats can hold a grudge better then most people. 😉
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Oh boy…! That sounds scary. And crazy! XD
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Only crazy when you wake up outnumbered in your own bed!
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Haha. I’m thinking of scratches on the face? XD
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My white cat likes to poke at you. If that doesn’t work, she will lick at you mercilessly
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Oh this was awesome! I love the twist at the end!
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Thank you darling. I had quite a bit of fun writing it. Humanizing animals is a favorite of mine.
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And you do it so well! 🙂
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Great twist at the end! You built the atmosphere perfectly, and here was I thinking of a group of youths (human youths that is!) looking for trouble.
They got my car a couple of days ago. How come it’s always my car? 🙂
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You may keep it too clean. Birds like shiny things. Thanks for the kind words. I saw a gang hanging out. My warped mind likes these types of stories
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I love the moody atmosphere you built up in this, the great descriptions, and the funny ending. Excellent!
(A tiny correction: I believe you “Quiet descends,” not “quit descends,” and I believe you meant “our car” – not “are car.”)
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Oops. Thanks I’ll go correct something. 😉
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hehehe
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The birds had a better story to tell! 😉
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