Not Part of the Plan
Danny sprang out of bed, his little feet hitting the floor even before he was fully awake.
He rushed to the window.
Grey skies! Clouds! It looked so gloomy.
Oh no! Disaster.
He opened the window and cocked his head to listen.
No birdsong. Not a bird in the sky. They seemed motionless on the power lines.
He heard a rumble on the stairs and muffled whispers.
Then the whole family tumbled into the bedroom, singing and dancing.
Yes! It was going to be a great day!
This weeks Friday Fictioneers photo prompt is © Roger Bultot.
Looking back at some of my last fiction I was determined, this week, to write something a little less gloomy!