Inspired by a combination of THIS prompt from my blog, and this weeks prompt at A Thousand Words


It started with an albino pigeon.

Miranda had never seen an albino bird before, and she just had to take a picture of it.

Apparently the young man on the red bike had never seen an albino bird either, because he was looking at it also, instead of where he was going. He never saw her before he ran into her.

He never saw her after he ran into her either, hopping back on his red bike and pedaling away furiously fast, as the crowd started congregating around the downed woman.

She was ministered to by strangers.

“Should we call an ambulance?” One person asked. “Do you want to go to the infirmary?” another one chimed in.

She let someone help her to her feet, checked herself over. Bruised thigh, bruised ass, bruised ego, but no blood, no breaks.

She assured everyone she was okay. The crowd, having gathered at the prospect of crushed skulls and leaking brain matter, disappeared quicker than it had formed.

The albino pigeon was gone too, only one fluffy feather dancing on an unseen air current left of its oddness. “I wonder if the picture took,” she thought, following the feathers lazy dance until it landed silently beside a bit of crushed equipment that looked a lot like her.....

“That freak!” She screamed, realizing that the crushed machine she was looking at had at one time been her blackberry.

Life, as she knew it, was over.

“It’s not that bad,” Tao assured her. Tao was her best friend, her roomate, and the only anti-cell phone Miranda she had never met.

“Not that bad!” she wailed. “My whole life was in there. My photos. My datebook. My phone numbers! That guy I met that that party on Saturday? His number was in my phone! What am I going to do if I need to write down someone’s number?”

Sighing, Tao tossed a yellow cube of paper at her. “Use post-its.” she said.

And thus, through a white bird, a red bike and a good friend, her sticky yellow nightmare began.