I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured.
“No need to look at me like that. I’ll be yours soon enough,” I managed to squeeze through lips I could barely feel.
The bird tilted its head to the side and blinked its eyes, clear signs to me that it understood, so I kept talking, hoping to forestall the inevitable for reasons perhaps only the bird understood.
“You know, you should have more respect for your food. Dying is a painful, messy business.”
The bird squawked loudly in response.
“Well, yes. I know it’s not fair of me to say that. After all, I’ve always been painfully rude to my food.”
The ridiculousness of it all slammed into me at just the right moment, and if my body would have allowed it, I would have laughed my way to hell.
Monday’s Finish the Story is a unique flash fiction challenge where we provide you with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. Your challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. Click on the froggy link to read other stories or upload your own.
My story today is coming in at 131 words. I’ve been absent for a while, adjusting to a new job and writing some poetry, so I didn’t have time to do it all. Besides, sometimes I’m inspired by the photos and the sentences and sometimes I’m not. I’ve learned not to fight it too hard, which means that sometimes I’ll post and sometimes I won’t. What can I say. It works for me.