Fred flew towards the sound of her laughter. There was always food left whenever he heard it.
He swooped in through an open window of the boat, and landed on the table. Fred started gobbling the food down as his feet alighted, ignoring the gasping man.
“You bitch,” he choked, before the arm reaching towards her shrank and grew feathers.
She strolled to the table. Fred stopped eating when she reached for a piece of bread. Instead he chased the new bird out. No matter how many she changed, he was her first. Fred flew to her waiting arm.
Photo by Fatima Fakier Deria
Song Choice: Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic by The Police
This short story was inspired by the photo prompt given by Friday Fictioneers. More flash fiction available at the link.