Marty held the bright yellow bird’s head at arms length.
“For me?” replied Sarah, tongue in cheek with an impish grin.
Marty felt the synthetic orange feathers of the costume tickle his chin and winced at the large eyes and red beak. A strange, stale odour emanated from the lifeless form.
“I don’t do costumes!” He dropped the head to the floor and pushed it towards the other pieces.
Sarah took both of his hands in hers and Marty knew at that instant, that she would succeed in cajoling him into accepting.
He so enjoyed this game!
This is my entry to this weeks Friday Fictioneers. It’s nice to write again after a short break on holiday and some challenging family days. The prompt this week is © Luther Siler.
Writing is becoming more and more central to what I do and even if I haven’t been very active putting pen to paper (or keyboard to screen) I have made many advances mentally, I feel.
I was also able to keep up with my reading and read seven excellent books. I still haven’t found a balance between writing and reading but I’m sure I’m getting to where I would like to be.