The photo prompt for this week has high buildings that seem to enclose lots of hanging cages. It is rare in my neighborhood to have a building higher than three stories. Those who have tried to build higher get severely punished by weather during the rainy season. Three stories are ideal for residence/business combinations. Businesses occupy the ground floor, families live on the second floor and overflow to the third floor with the stuff we will never throw away because it will be useful one day. Almost every residence/business structure has at least one birdcage in front of it with at least two birds. It is thought improper and cruel to have only one bird. Many families have two or more cages with a couple of birds per cage. Houses with four and more bird cages are invariably pensioners; this is what pensioners do with their day as well as work in communal gardens. Every night the cages are taken into the houses. Owners bring them out by 0500 every morning. When I leave at 0600 for class, the singing of so many birds can almost compete with the electric motorbikes of departing workers. A positive send off to daily routines.
About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.
I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.
Twittering Tales #129 – 26 March 2019
Canary Test Fail
“Poor bastards. They thought those damn birds would save ‘em.”
“Let’s just do what we came here for.” Agent Shultz sighed, as he tugged at one of the cages.
The chemical attack had been swift. The birds died instantly, and along with them, the people who placed their hope in them.
That was sort of a dark tale from Kat. Almost dystopian. I found myself thinking along the same lines. It must have been the photo’s color.
The narrow streets protected the cages from sound wave attacks. EMP had destroyed all digital technology in the first few hours. Then came the bio attacks that killed so many humans. Now all communication was by carrier birds. Like the past, the bird was the word. Big Bird rules.