Rochelle’s prompt for Fiction Fictioneers May 6, 2016
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
She counted the birds perched on the wires outside her window every morning. Through jagged rivulets of rain. Snow-scratch. Ice ferns and abstract forms. Fog-blurriness. Condensationed splatters.
Tear-misted. Always tear-misted. Sky never clean or clear; dirty-grey-laundry ever flapping sky.
She wondered if the bird tally would be different on a hopeful; on a sun-potential day. If she ever had the energy, she would ask her neighbour down the hall who whistled. He might see a different sky; different birds.