The power saw sliced through the panel at the wrong angle.
‘Dammit.’ The latest mishap during the garage renovation.
The myna bird laughed. Definitely a laugh this time.
Three days it had perched, mocking his every calamity.
‘Funny, is it?’ he asked. The yellow beak cachinnated.
He put some seed in his hand. The myna cocked it’s head and hopped towards him.
He grabbed it tight.
‘Think it’s funny now?’ he asked as he turned the power saw back on.
Two operations later his thumb was reattached.
There was a flash of yellow and a cackle at the hospital window.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
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