First Flight

First Flight

The interviewer wanted to know whether Bird was scared when he jumped out of the nest for the first time.

Bird said, “Technically I didn’t ‘jump’.  I flew.  My wings moved.  Soon the nest was far below me.  I don’t know how it happened. It’s not like jumping. There’s a difference.”

The interviewer wondered, “Really? What’s the difference?”

He clarified, “You see, any monkey can jump out of a nest.  You know as well as I do what will happen.  I’m not going to go there.  But birds, well – how do I put this? We don’t jump. We fly.”

Linked to Carrot Ranch August 13 Flash Fiction Challenge where Charli Mills offers the theme of “first flight” for these 99-word stories.

Watching Me Take a Photo With Suspicion

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

22 thoughts on “First Flight”

    1. Thank you, Terre! I am glad you liked the photos. I wasn’t sure what to write for this prompt. When I realized I wouldn’t want to jump out of anything, it occurred to me that birds don’t jump.

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  1. That’s a cute post, but I can’t see the beaks of the birds in the nest. Has it got to do with the angle of the camera ?

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  2. I got to see three robins leave the nest for the first time. Mama was on the ground watching, waiting. For each it was a falling fluttering stutter of a flight but they landed safely in nearby branches and after collecting themselves took off again, this time more convinced and convincingly. And the nest was unused ever after.

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