Friday Fictioneers are gearing up for their weekly get together, sharpening their quills, filling their inkwells or simply powering up their computers.
Thanks once again to Rochelle for orchestrating the weekly get-together at her place.
Here in Spain the sun is shining, the sea is shimmering and my writerly muse has yet to join me. This will have to do for now… the sea shore beckons.
No Small Wonder
“Relax Helen, it’s just a temporary placement. It would take a minor miracle for that kid to let down her defences.”
Helen switched off the phone, detecting a movement at the doorway. Monica held out a limp sparrow, her impenetrable gaze fixed on her foster carer.
“Make it better.”
Helen’s heart sank as the bird’s tiny body was placed in her hands.
The first words Monica had uttered in six weeks and Helen would have moved mountains to make them worth while. She closed her eyes.
A sudden stirring, a tiny flutter.
Not exactly a miracle, but no small wonder either.