Drawn irresistibly by her siren call, he scaled the wall with limbs born on a mountainside, clawed digits digging into the cracks like crampons.
For years he had ached to hear a female voice. Gaining the ledge, he began to dance, bobbing his head, inflating his purple throat, putting his all into the courtship display.
She didn’t respond, merely repeating her mating call over and over until dusk, when she fell silent. Night was a dangerous time to be out in this alien place – he slunk away.
Inside the apartment, having switched off the air-conditioning unit, the humans slept.
This week's photo prompt comes from J Hardy Carroll via Rochelle's blog https://rochellewisoff.com/ where she has hosted Friday Fictioneers for at least the four years I have been writing Flash Fiction.
Thrilled this week to have sold another copy of my latest book Wolf Pack -
I hope whoever bought it enjoys it and spreads the word!
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