Another failed entry to the "Flash Fiction" thing. The rules are very simple; The "story" has to be less than 150 words and feature a particular prompt word (which is the one in brackets).
GETTING THE BIRD (glove)
GETTING THE BIRD (glove)
She slipped on the thin glove and tickled
the bird just below the nape of its neck.
It responded by flapping its wings and
stretching its neck in obvious joy.
“It’s a bit of a shame that I can’t
actually touch her” said Cheryl, softly, “but she’s not quite got used to this
environment yet, and with all of the effort that it took to get her here, it
would be just awful if anything should happen to her.”
I looked at her in astonishment.
The bird was there, right in front of me,
and undeniably real.
However, Cheryl did not seem to comprehend
that anyone might find it slightly unusual that the first thing she did after
going to all the trouble of building herself a time machine was to go and fetch
herself a pet Dodo.
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