PIGEONS - a little hundred word story for Lockdown!.

PIGEONS

I bought this apartment for the view, which now is all I have – I watch neighbours I have never met, enjoying the illusion of company and talking to pigeons.

Overweight Guy is bronzed and fit after weeks of exercise.

I heard Barbecue Couple’s champagne cork pop and raised my own glass to them.

Last week food deliveries stopped. I ventured out briefly and scuttled home, but I brought back more than food. Even in this unpolluted air I cannot catch my breath.

I wonder if there will be any flesh left when they find me – pigeons will eat anything.

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I met a neighbour today who was feeling so depressed about his isolation that I had to write this story - sorry if it's not the cheery story you were anticipating. :)  I hope you are all survivng the pandemic as well as you can, and making the most of your enforced imprisonment to finish that novel?

In truth this image reminds me of the view from a friend's apartment in Tenerife, where the rooftop terraces were used for lines of washing, barbecues and even chicken coops.

Thanks to Rochelle for hostingFriday Fictioneers on her blog   https://rochellewisoff.com/  and to Roger Bultot for the photograph.

PS - Only a day since the prompt yet already I am WAY down the link page - no wonder I only get a few comments!

SUPER-PIGEON?

The OH was driving today, so I had a chance to take in the scenery.
Pretty girls in the lightest clothes they could find to combat the heat. Nut-brown dessicated women who obviously spend all their time lying in the sun, and pale flabby ones - those rolls of blubber must be so uncomfortable - who probably spend all their time eating.
Handsome youths displaying their muscles, older men displaying their beer bellies, both types seemingly equally proud of their bodies.
Children everywhere - school doesn't start for another three weeks. It should have been two, but the authorities have added another week for "teacher training" - you'd think they could have squeezed that into the two and a half months they've already had off.

Out beyond the shops and a couple of banana plantations, we were driving past a barranco when I saw a pigeon keeping pace a few metres away from our car.
"What speed are we doing?" I asked the OH.
"Fifty."
50 kph! 
Then the pigeon overtook us!