Thank you to Rochelle for providing Friday Fictioneers!
PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
Jealousy
That summer I heard my first bobwhite. “I love that call,” I said.
We sat on a boulder, our feet dangling into the trickling creek.
You tried to kiss me, but I pushed you away. Your face flushed, and you clenched my wrist in an iron-hold, twisting so it burned.
“Don’t ever push me.”
“I’m with Bobby,” I said, yanking my hand free and then tried to sooth my wrist in the cold water.
You stomped away, your footsteps crunching on old leaves.
In the morning when I left the cabin, a bloodied bobwhite lay silently on the wood porch.
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Sascha Darlington 6/19/2018
Beautifully written, Sascha
Thank you, Neil!
Dear Sascha,
Chillingly foreboding ending to an emotional piece. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle. 🙂
Oh, how mean of him! Beautifully written story, Sascha.
Thank you, Susan. 🙂
Like the shades of meaning, Sascha. It probably helped that I googled Bob and found he was a quail and not, you know, an innocent boyfriend.
Argh. This is how the brain works, isn’t it? I wrote bobwhite so therefore the boyfriend becomes Bobby, obviously. Must change name.
Thanks, Steve. 🙂
I actually liked it having the ambiguity, once I knew about the quail. Maybe most of your readers know what a bobwhite is.
Oh, then maybe I should switch it back. It was unintended….or unconscious….who knows what my brain was doing? I never do. 🙂
I don’t know about mine either, and not guaranteeing everyone thinks like me, but I would.
Done. I am evidently highly influenced by the man who like granny-eating alligators.
AH! They start with animals, or birds and then………
Thanks, Anne. 🙂
I agree with Anne Leueen. Well written, Sascha.
Thanks, Phyllis.
Your so welcome. Its true.
Great writing, it gives me goose pimples. And the use of bobwhite and Bobby the boyfriend makes it a lot more frightening because the bird is a symbol for what could happen to the boy.
Very well written Sascha, the last line leaves a chilling note.