It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy living in her private house, located in a posh neighbourhood of the city, and acquired at a price so cheap it was almost ridiculous.
It was just that lately, the neighbourhood had started bustling with ill-mannered rogues that some people called innocent children, and they took liberties not only in pelting stones at her house but also in climbing up and breaking into her peace.
She knew some of her envious friends – did they still count as friends? – laughed at her behind her back and called her high-up accommodation a tree house, so snug they were about their cooped up homes in somebody else’s building.
When she woke up in the morning, the thought of inclement weather, unceasing ruckus and a hypocritical circle of acquaintances made her depressed and wistful for a change of location.
It indeed was time to abandon her nest in the society’s tallest tree, the pigeon thought as she flew away into the sunny sky, free as only a bird knows how to be.
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Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week, Lillie McFerrin posts a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate can write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in the five sentences, and is just for direction. This week: ABANDON.
Now every Friday on Saddi Delhi.