The Special One

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

The Prompt Image

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.


16 comments on “The Special One

    • Eagles live a despised life. They aren’t called beautiful or colorful. They feed on others to sustain, a selfish specie. I have always agreed to independence and confidence theories for humans but remember it’s uplifting the flock together that matters. Alone would not benefit in the long run. Life cannot be alone.


      • Wow. Nice thought. Life cannot be lived alone. As God said, “It is not good that Man should be alone.”doesn’t mean for mating only, but for friends and family to keep us all from going crazy. That “connection” with others. All humans need the company of each other.

        Of course, you go to where the analogy breaks down about the eagle, but the point is good. Now, crows, in a way, take care of the flock by sending scouts ahead to check for oncoming dangers. Maybe you are like a crow in that sense of the word.

        Wonderful insights, Shaktiki!

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