Fakiru Week 2017

Day 5 - Storm

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Fakir opened the curtains. At the bottom, they bristled and fluttered as he tied them up. Sunlight gently streamed in. He opened the window and was met with the smell of morning after a storm. He enjoyed the scent. It was a touch cool out but it was such a lovely sky this morning. After yesterday's foul weather, it would be a sin to waste today. Not to mention that all the fish will be lively after the worst of the storm, they always were. He half turned to the man-made nest opposite the wall.

'Good morning, Ahiru.' he said.

'Quack!' she honked back, a tad sleepy sounding. She fluttered her wings in haste, as though to say it was too early to be up like this on a Sunday.

'How does fishing sound? I'll give you so bait if you like. If you want a snack at all, that is.'

Ahiru tilted her head. Her eyes closed slightly.

'Ah, you'd rather sleep.' Fakir put his hands on his hips. 'Well, you can do that down by the pier, if you really must. Plenty of reeds down there and I'm sure the local ducks won't mind if you nap in one of their nests.'

'Quack!' Ahiru snapped.

'Hm, that is true, humans wouldn't do that either for someone they didn't know or trust. But they do know you… You're just not… liked.'

'Quack…'

'It's because you smell like me, I believe. Ah well, come on, let's get our things ready for a picnic. I feel like today, inspiration will strike and it will be a most lovely prose as a result. After all, in weather like this and with you by my side, I'll always be satisfied.'

Fakir stretched. He smiled. Ahiru wearily got to her webbed feet and shook out her feathers. Today was going to be a good day.