When the seagulls follow the trawler…

Written, once again, for Friday Fictioneers, A photo prompt each week designed to tease out some imagination using 100 words.


“Stand still, Colin” squawked Barry, “this isn’t going to work if you keep flapping around!”

“gggg bbllgggghhh cccoooorrrr” gargled Colin, ushering his friend down from on high.

“ugh, what now?” sighed Barry, as he flew down from Colin’s head and hopped restlessly across the pebbles.

“I can’t see, my SSQQUAAWW throat hurts from this sodding seashell and to top it off – you stink of fish! Tell me again SSQQUUAAAWW why we can’t use the Heimlich ma….”

“ssh ssh sssshhh!!” Barry whispered, wrapping a slippery, salty wing around Colin’s beak. “We can’t say that any more or they’ll sue us”.



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