The light scours our eyes. Better, so much better, to live in the soothing shadows. My hand gropes out, finds hers, and squeezes. Here there is love. Beyond, there is hate. Well, let them hate us—their rancid loathing is matched by ours, the anger of the righteous.
Outside, the raucous chatter of birds, but birds are a scam. This I know. Birds are spy drones. You wait. Our day is coming again, and all your drones will plummet from the sky.
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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here
Neil MacDonald Author 
“The birds are the keepers of our secrets.”
Nicely done!
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Thanks so much
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You’ve got a great talent for crafting compelling narratives.
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Thanks so much, Ritish
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As Robert Benchley once said, “Birds: have you ever seen one of the ‘s o b s’ head on?” I am sure he’d find them more scary than drones. Good story. I imagine the hand being taken is skeletal, you being the author, Neil!
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Thanks so much Jilly. Actually I imagined the hand as a warm partner, clutching a revolver in her other hand
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Dear Neil,
Definitely better to stay in shadow.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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We can only hope, Rochelle
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The thoughts of a paranoid conspiracy theorist or the words from the mind of a brilliant visionary. I’m not sure which yet but this was a great read! Nicely done, Neil.
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Thanks so much
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This made me think of the social experiment “Birds Aren’t Real”. Maybe they only said it was a social experiment.
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Or maybe some people never got the message that the birds not being real wasn’t real
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Well if you gotta tel them… 😉
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On the bright side, he is not alone in this. He does have love on the inside.
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And I suspect she’s armed
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Hopefully to help HIM!
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Hopefully his positive attitude is not ill-placed, but they do say, love conquers all.
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Love and an automatic rifle
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Excellent writing, Neil. The Hatfield-McCoy Syndrome with modern technology thrown into the mix. Comparing drones to birds is brilliant in this scenario.
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Thanks so much, Jade
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You’re very welcome.
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I’m not sure whether he’s right and inspired, or wrong and delusional, but I was right there with him either way… and terrified either way too!
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I think the birds are a bit of a clue. He’s batshit
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I hope he’s just paranoid, but these days anything seems possible (and not in a good way…). Great narrative!
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Oh he’s barking mad, and in the grip of conspiracy theories
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A tale from a visionary. Nice twist – a little romance, a little crazy!!
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Thanks so much
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Ooooo
I’ve always been suspicious of birds.
Great sense of anger in this piece. I wonder what happens when the time does come.
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I’m not sure, but I think it will involve automatic weapons
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i suppose it’s a new world and we have to learn to live with it.
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We get the world we choose
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Paranoia? or unpalatable truth?
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Batshit crazy
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lovely dystopian tale. I didn’t realize until the comments that the narrator is nuts. I’ve read way too many dystopian fictions. Fun read either way.
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Maybe he’s not. I just think he is
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LOL. This gets very meta very quickly
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