The seagull hopped out of the oily green water, looked at me, and shat all over the sand.
This accomplished, it waddled over to the nearest rotting fish and cocked its head back.
A few pecks later, the rancid sunken eyed morsel was on a one way trip down the bird’s gullet.
Then, the tidbit stuck fast.
The seagull wheezed and hopped around for a bit, then fell to the ground.
Serves you right, I thought, and I almost walked away.
Instead, I pulled that fish head right out of the damn bird’s throat.
I dedicate this story to the rancid parking lot by the seafood processing center in Gloucester, Massachusetts, where a fish head fell out of the sky and nearly hit me. Then, as I sat on my 5 gallon bucket pumping naphthalene-rich water out of the ground, I had the dubious pleasure of watching a seagull chick pick up the head and spend the next twenty minutes attempting to swallow it whole. I considered what I would do if it choked, and eventually decided on the same course of action in the story. In the end, the bird got the head down, and wandered off among the trash and ratty bushes looking for more manna from heaven. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: