This story is a response to the Challenge posted on Friday Fictioneers, which is a weekly blog link-up led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple. A story inspired by the photo prompt, a beginning, middle and end in just 100 words or below, making every word count. Here goes my attempt, hope you guys like it.
The Special One
There’s always a special one in every flock, herd or mob…there always is.
I always thought so. I thought I was the special one. Always tried to be…
Flying away from the flock isn’t always a good idea. The idea of being special, is about being special to the flock or herd or your mob. Out of the mob…you may fly alone, explore more, see better, do your own thing.
But in the end, you need the mob…or you end up in a cage, like me.
Being special to someone who doesn’t even know what I feel.
Find the featured image here.