Jackie was no expert on birds, but the tiny, timorous creature by the foot of the tree looked spare and pitiful; its palpable distress gave the child a case of the collywobbles.
Tenderly, the schoolgirl leaned down and scooped the bird up in the palm of her hand and looked at it carefully. Perhaps it was of tit stock?
“Don’t worry, little Honey… I’ll take care of you.”
This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:
- The Sunday Muse #232;
- Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: ‘stock’;
- Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: ‘birds’;
- Word of the Day Challenge: ‘honey’;
- The Daily Spur: ‘spare’;
- Your Daily Word Prompt: ‘timorous’;
- Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #281
39 thoughts on “A case of the collywobbles”
Love your story. I didn’t know the meaning of collywobbles, but after discovering its meaning I have certainly had them. 🙂
❤ 🙂 Susia 🙂 ❤ ~ thank you! haven't we all? 🙂
You put the little bird to use with befriending the little girl.
❤ Jim ❤ ~ thanks so much!
❤ Andrew ❤ ~ thanks so much
A fine weave of seven prompts, David. No one does it better. 🙂
❤ Bill ❤ ~ that's very kind, thank you!
Head over heels in love with ‘collywobbles.’
❤ Helen ❤ ~ me too! 🙂
Love the word collywobbles and love your story too.
❤ Eugi ❤ ~ "collywobbles" is new to me too – isn't it great? 😀
Yes, it’s a great word!