The curtains flutter as the gentle breeze filters in. Tinker chirps happily in her cage as she watches all the bustling activity in the street below. I wonder, does she believe she is perched in a tree, free and happy? Does she fly in her dreams? Does she dream of love and bird companionship? What is the secret to her bird happiness? Certainly, I would not deny her of her fantasy as she has made the best of her circumstances. Still, I wonder about this sweet little bird.
Benny runs the Main Street Bookstore since his father, Ben, died and his mother, Martha, has taken to staying to herself. Her home is and has always been the floor above the store. Preferring the company of Tinker, she doesn’t get out much anymore.
Now, it’s just Martha, Tinker, and books. And, that’s just fine with Martha……and Tinker.
140 words (not including title)
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