PHOTO PROMPT © Mr. Binks
Your ancestor was celebrated across history for it. Come on, Champ, it’s in your blood.
Storm: Ending. Sun: Low on horizon. It’s rainbow time.
You’ll fly over, select the perfect branch. The grand gesture will blow her away.
With rustling wings and a solid thud, Breezie landed beside him. “Haven’t extend that olive brach to Sunrise yet?”
Champ twisted his neck back and forth mournfully.
Breezie smoothed a feather. “Just tell her your own way: Things are gonna be alright.” She flapped her wings and took flight. “FYI,” she cawed over her shoulder, “you’re a seagull, not a dove.”
As always, many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! Stop over and read a wonderful array of 100-word-fiction pieces based on this photo prompt!
Angela Writes... 
I loved the line “Storm: Ending. Sun: Low on horizon. It’s rainbow time. “
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Neil, thank you!
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that’s very creative of you. well done.
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Plaridel, thank you for your kind comment, and apologies for the late reply!
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A chap can dream, can’t he. Even delusions of dove-dom can’t stop that. Great take.
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Sandra, he can certainly dream! Nothing can stop him from that. Thank you for your comment. I’m so sorry for the delayed reply!
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Dear Angela,
Imaginative piece.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Rochelle, thank you for your comment. 🙂
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Love that ending. A White Sea gull flying over water makes more sense than a dove anyhow.
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A seagull does make more sense, doesn’t it! 🙂 Thank you for your comment.
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LOL…hope he didn’t take reality too hard.
Enjoyable piece.
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Hehehe. He seems like a bit of an odd bird, I’m not sure how good his chances are :). Thank you for your comment!
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