Tweet, tweetA Story by Wandering Violet
Lena made a big mistake letting Harriet go. If only she'd ... but what was the use of even thinking about it? It was too late now...or was it?
Would that damn bird never shut up?
Lena gritted her teeth and focused savagely on the computer screen. If she didn't get this CV finished now, it would be put off until tomorrow, next week, a couple of weeks - might as well just sign up to be a career beneficiary.
"Tweet, tweet," taunted the bird in the tree by the window.
Harriet had loved birds; she even put out daily bread for them. That annoyed neat freak Lena, she imagined every fat rat inthe neighbourhood running to gobble up the bread crumbs left behind. "We'll have a plague, thanks to you," she complained.
Now she'd give anything to have Harriet pottering about with messy bits of bread on the lawn.
Six months since she'd last seen her car even. She probably didn't live locally anymore. Lena pushed away the feeling inside her that threatened to well up, she knew what would happen if she didn't. The newspaper might have arrived by now, that would give her something to read, a distraction.
Outside the bird was still trying to get her attention but she ignored it. Bending down to peer into the letter box, a vehicle turning into the street caught her eye. She straightened up and stared. A battered red car was coming along the road. It couldn't be...
© 2011 Wandering Violet
AboutI’m Wandering Violet, a young Kiwi writer. I hope you enjoy reading my ramblings :-) I’m a great believer in equality, and I hate discrimination in all forms. I'm lesbian and Chris.. more..