Pensitivity’s Three Things Challenge — Chicken – Lofty – Rain
Colin was jumpy. He wanted to get outside for some air after being cooped up for three days. The sound of the rain was deafening as it fell on the iron roof. He knew the homeowners were very happy about the rain; they took videos of it falling. But he could not see the fascination. It was damp, wet, and more to the point… it was wet. That was enough. Colin didn’t do wet.
Then one day, accustomed as he was to the sound of those big fat droplets crashing onto the roof; he stopped and listened.
All was quiet. No rain. No noise, apart from the usual rowdy hum of the household and the occasional chicken squawk. It came from a family members phone, and Colin thought it was the most annoying ringtone ever.
There was no time for gaiety; he had to act quickly. As fast as a speeding bullet, he was off along the floor, mindful of not being seen. He didn’t want to be spotted as he made a dash for the nearest gap in the woodwork or the luxury of an open door, through the lofty door frames.
Safely outside, he lifted his not-so-handsome face to the sky and inhaled deeply. Fresh air! It wasn’t that the house he lived in had a bad pong; quite the opposite, although sometimes someone’s socks were a bit on the nose.
No, he liked the great outdoors as there was less chance of him being seen or found and hunted down.
He regrouped his thoughts as to the best place to shelter. He scuttled off to the carport for a good place to start; the car’s windscreen looked promising. With his natural ability to climb, crawl and fly, he made his way onto the wheels, gripping the deep tread. Then onto the body and came to rest on the windscreen.
He sat, calmly wondering about the complexities of life when, to his horror, one of the homeowners arrived and opened the car door.
Wide-eyed and fearful, Colin froze.
She started the engine, and drove out the gate and down the street. He relished the wind in his face, his antenna waving recklessly in the breeze. That is until the rain started again.
The wipers started and he was flung at high speed onto the road. Colin limped off in search of another shelter to nurse his sore head.
That was a close call for even the most adventurous cockroach.
Thanks for reading
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It’s a man – it’s a man – no it’s a cockroach. A very clever tale, Fleur. Well done.
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Thank you, Mason, it is a variation on a story I wrote some time ago, but adapted to meet the Three Things Challenge. Dear ol Colin. Have to give points for trying!
Very good 👏. KL ❤️
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Thank you, KL Caley 🙂 Colin’s story fitted this prompt perfectly!