In that bright colored home. That pink toaster with the yellow walls. It's was an iconic house on the street. Everyone always wondered what went on the inside. Going inside the blue home everything seemed to be going perfect. Everything in place. Everything fine.
Everything content, Jane loving her ordinary life. The electric and captivating eyes seeing her ordinary life. Counting up everything as math was her comfort zone growing up. Numbers were good for until it became a sort of drug for her where she started to over think things. She peered into her cage and looked at him and said
"We have been friends for 1826 days" and she smiled at him slightly "that's a long time to be friends with a bird. You are like my best friend.
I can tell you anything." And that was true in her world. That blue bird in that pink cage on the round table with the white table cloth was what she knew to be a trustworthy friend.
That blue bird was her dearest friend that she felt had the perfect set of gradient blues. The light pink cat clock on the kitchen wall reminded them that it was the top of the hour.
Jane excitedly stood up and walked over to a shelf on her wall and grabbed a cracker box. She sat back down on one of the two yellow chairs she had in her kitchen considering she never had company.
She grabbed a cracker out of the box and inserted it into the pink coin slot of a mouth and held up her hand with another cracker in her fingertips with the nails coated with the yellow nail polish.
With her attempt to feed the bird the cracker she dragged the cracker back and forth against the cage making a clanking would with each bar that stiff cracker hit.
That bird showed no response to her actions but all Jane thought was that he was just comfortable around her.
Into the room came a man in a blue suit. He had on 4 pairs of glasses in the colors pink, blue, yellow, and white with the white ones covering his eyes. He had on pink shoes with electric yellow laces.
He never looked up from some device he was using and said to Jane,
"Why are you so infatuated with that stupid bird. All it does is sit in that cage while you talk to it and it never responds."
"It's not stupid!" Jane retorts quickly as those words did hurt her.
They continued to argue back and forth with yes and no's as they were still on the topic of the bluebird all while that man is still using the device.
"You're the stupid one in the room right now. And I hate that you are always on your phone and I hate you." Jane finished her sentence while squinting her eyes.
With the dead silence that fell over the room, the bluebird fell off of his perch and hit the bottom of his cage.
With the sound of the still figure hitting the metal, the two people turned their focus to the mass at the bottom of the cage. This event so alarming the man in the blue suit diverted his attention off of the device finally.
Janes attention instantly went to the man in the blue suit and said "You killed him!" And he instantly denied it. His didn't know where to put his attention on between the fresh,t made corpse or the device in his hands.
"I heard birds die when they overeat people food or when they feel like their life isn't worth shit or when they are caged up and never able to fly. So considering all those facts and what you do with this bird you are three for three on the list. In the end, you killed it."
He finished his statement and began to walk out the room knowing is sister has stood up to argue but he kept walking out all while she is denying the fact her bird might have died because of her.
