He used to come up here after school or whatever he does during the day. Anyways, I let him feed the pigeons. He don’t say much, but I seen him smile when the blue dragoon eat out of his hand. I says to him that it’s unusual for a bird to do that with somebody they don’t know so good. He dropped that smile like a hot rock and I didn’t see him again for two, three weeks. When he come back, it was like nothing happened. He fed them like always.
What did you say he done again?
A subtle sweet portrait
The bird whisperer. . Perhaps he trains dragons.
Oh, I love this. That voice is spot on, that subtle observation of behaviour, the unruly kid who startles easy. Just fabulous
Wow! This was so cleverly done: nuanced and a great voice.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
An excellent voice, and of course you left us all wondering “what he done.”
It’s a good question… thanks for reading!
Dear Josh,
The voice is spot and gives a clear picture of who he is without visuals. I do wonder what that boy done. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Great scene and character.
The boy seems to have a demeanor suitable to birds.
Your insight into “the boy” is keen. I see parallels in trust between the old man, the boy, and the blue dragoon. Few know what the boy’s been through or what he done but he knows a safe space when he sees it. Excellent storytelling, Joshua.
What did he done, indeed? I kinda like that the old man doesn’t really care, deep down.
That was quite some story in such a few words. Great narrator voice.
Thanks!
A well told story, yes well told
Something on that boy’s conscience, I think. Where has he met the Blue Dragoon before, I wonder?
Great characterization, both the narrator and the boy. Very thought-provoking.