I picked up the flower that had fallen from her hair. It still held her fragrance.
Ever since she moved here, I followed her around, hoping she would look at me and never look away. Often, I would walk behind her, right past her, in front of her…
But she seemed to look right through me.
Then, this guy came and held her from behind. She squealed in terror. Naturally, I attacked him. But instead of supporting her saviour, she hit me with a stick and called me a ‘stupid bird’! Worse still, she kissed him!
I’ll never love again!
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Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 
Ah, unrequited love, and an easy mistake to make. You tied it all up nicely, Shaily.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you, Pete! I know how it is to be that bird. Been there…invisible and waiting…
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short and bitter ; ouch —
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Thank you, John! 🙂 I had written this piece as a 100-word story. I am trying to return to super short stories since they match my personality and are quicker to deliver.
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look forward to them , Shaily: you excel in that genre: I still remember those zoo stories 🙂
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Thank you, John! 🙂 I am thinking of writing more of them. 😀
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you must 🙂
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Oooooh!
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😀 Yes, Don! Some women never realise how many secret admirers they have. They only concentrate on the muscly, bulky, two feet, two hands variety! 😀
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