Plotting Their Revenge

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 Their enormous beady eyes stared down at me unblinkingly with an oddly knowing expression. Despite their cheerful coloration, their beaks seemed to turn downwards in a flat, disappointed frown. Don't let your imagination run away with you! I told myself. Birds don't even have lips! Yet I still found myself sweating more heavily than I would expect even in that tropical environment.

"Aren't those parrot statutes pretty, honey?" gushed my girlfriend in my ear. I nearly jumped out of my bermuda shorts as she slung her arm unexpectedly over my shoulder.

"Uhhh, yeah... of course," I stuttered out. Their eyes still seemed to follow me as we walked away. It was almost as if they somehow knew what had really happened to my great-aunt's parakeet when I was bird-sitting and it chirped for an entire two days straight. Knew... and were plotting their revenge.

Response to a photo prompt from my facebook daily prompt writing group!


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