FFfAW #68 – The Pigeon Lady

I don’t often have an opportunity to write a piece of flash fiction using a picture I provided. Thanks to Priceless Joy for providing the forum.

FFfAW #68

“What are you looking at?” his assistant asked as she placed a folder on his desk.

Lane lowered the binoculars he was holding and glanced at the folder. “Just an old woman feeding pigeons. Is that the detective’s report?”

“Yes, but it was money down the drain again. This detective at least said your birth mother did immigrate to the States the same year you were born, but five years later she just dropped off the map; no marriage certificate, death certificate, name change, or even a missing person report. She just vanished.”

“Okay,” Lane signed.

“Do you want me to hire another detective?”

“Not right now. We better get down to the boardroom for the shareholders meeting.”

 * * *

The elderly woman tossed the pigeons one last handful of seeds as she stood up to leave. I wonder if he’s gotten the detective’s report yet? He’s grown into such a strong, handsome man. I’m sorry, son, but I won’t let my husband’s enemies take you away from me again.

FFftPP #23 – Down by the River

FFftPP #23 alligators

“I am so tired of being cooped up because of all the rain,” Joanie said. “It feels good to get outside and get some fresh air.”

“I agree, but I don’t understand why you brought that gun. I thought you hated guns.” Sissy stated.

“I do hate guns, but with all the flooding, there’ve been more gator sightings than normal. I’m not willing to take any chances.”

“Sugar, I can run faster than any old gator. Besides, you’d probably be lucky to hit the broad side of a barn.”

The two women were in no hurry; it was a beautiful day. Sissy had turned around to look at something behind them when Joanie suddenly fired several shots. Sissy shrieked and whirled around. “Why did you do that!?”

“Look.” Joanie nodded toward the river’s edge where the tail of an alligator was disappearing into the water.

“Phew! At least you scared him off!” Then Sissy saw the dead one, shot through the eye, not two feet in front of her. With a quavering voice, she asked, “H-h-how did you manage to kill that thing?”

“I’ve practiced so much, it was instinct. I just let the bullets go and trusted my aim.”