This is week 157 of Sonya’s “Three Line Tales” writing challenge.
Today, it was cold. Colder than he’d ever known in his short life.
Today, there wasn’t any food on the plate. None even on the ground below, after the bigger birds had been and spilled it in their frenzied greed.
Today, he didn’t know what to do. So he sat there, shivering and hungry.
Thanks for reading,