I have one minute to write it, starting... now!
How many more of these were they going to send me?
This was the seventeenth in a year. SEVENTEENTH.
These people had already sent me enough to fill a small drawer.
These envelopes were being sent to me by the pigeon people.
I loved pigeons. I hated pigeon people.
I walked to the draw, opened it and dropped it in.
I will STOP THEM. I will find a way.
I left the house for a walk, I just needed to get away.
I went to the station to look for the good kind.
There were none. No pigeons, anywhere.
The bastards had stolen them ALL! Not one damn pigeon left.
I sat down outside the station on the broken curb.
Feckin pigeon people!
A Wednesday of Revenge - A one minute story
I have one minute to write it, starting... now!
Published July 5, 2021
I have one minute to write it, starting... now!
How many more of these were they going to send me?
This was the seventeenth in a year. SEVENTEENTH.
These people had already sent me enough to fill a small drawer.
These envelopes were being sent to me by the pigeon people.
I loved pigeons. I hated pigeon people.
I walked to the draw, opened it and dropped it in.
I will STOP THEM. I will find a way.
I left the house for a walk, I just needed to get away.
I went to the station to look for the good kind.
There were none. No pigeons, anywhere.
The bastards had stolen them ALL! Not one damn pigeon left.
I sat down outside the station on the broken curb.
Feckin pigeon people!