Festival Day

Parrot

 

It was a festival day and I longed to see what was going on. A stage with music playing, blocked by the crowd standing at the front; stalls covered in bright colours and shapes labelled ‘hand-made crafts’ and crowds thronging around them; carousel, bouncy spider-web.

But whenever I try to move closer, the wire mesh bars my way. There are no special days for me – every day is the same, sitting on the same  perches in the aviary at the centre of the park.

 

 

My 100-word stories also appear on ‘The Drabble’ blog.

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