Prompt by :https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/01/31/sunday-photo-fiction-january-31st-2016/
“Hey! Where you going?” The little bastard didn´t respond.
“Charlie! Come back here with your siblings.” Her beak was starting to turn red.
Meanwhile Charlie was heading for the brown brush, he knew something was up there.
Suddenly he was grabbed by the neck and engulfed in a big human hand.
“I got you, ha, you little…..” Before the kid could finish the sentence Charlie
took a bite at his eye. The kid went back to his house crying, and without an eyeball.
“Charlie! What have you done?” His mother cried out and all his siblings looked at him
in dismay.
Charlie just shrugged and said, “That kid ate my friend Jonas the other day, I just wanted
to know how he tasted.”
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.