Counting Birds

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Counting Birds

It’s that time of the year again. Flock of little birds swing in electric ropes. Their sweet chirps signal morning’s hope. My eyes are wet again, whenever I see them. How time flies.

My little girl, my first angel, learned numbers when she was barely two by counting those little singers. One… two… become sixteen… to twenty-two.

Gripping my soft blanket, I resist the urge to cry out loud, my husband and my newborn might wake up.

I can’t add up those pigeons any more. My always little girl can count them because she has the best view from heaven.

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Word count: 100 words

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Photo credit: Roger Bultot

In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 06 May 2016.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.

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45 thoughts on “Counting Birds”

    1. Thank you for yet again another poetic comment. ❤ Yes. That is true. Heaven is good, to think about it. It's a better place. Though it's painful too, specially for those who are left behind.

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    1. Thank you for reading beyond words, dear Maria. Yes. The peace and acceptance is there. 🙂 The pain is still there. Well it will surely remain. But with peace and acceptance, mother can look forward to brighter days. 🙂

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  8. Oh noooo, this is a very sad tale, but I do love the touch of optimism on your story. The way the mom has accepted the tragedy and is willing to move on, is encouraging and poignant.

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