Photo prompt © Roger Bultot
‘Don’t touch those eggs?’
‘I can’t let them turn my room into a maternity ward. I allowed the last pair to hatch their eggs, but no more. The room stinks.’
‘They might get angry.’
‘As in that Hitchcock movie? But it’s no movie and I hate these birds; they have messed up this place.’
He removed the eggs and cleared the window sill of the nest. Soon one of the birds returned; it found the nest and the eggs missing.
At sunset she opened the window and screamed. There were hundreds of birds, frighteningly silent, perched everywhere around the window.
A post for FridayFictioneers on a photo prompt
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