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.”

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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!