Flash Fiction: Birds of a Feather

The rooster looked himself over in dawn’s light. “Gettin’ the chores done today will be a challenge.”

Martha strutted over, and the hen gave the transformed farmer a loving preen. “Looks like ya gained my monthly curse by marryin’ me.”

He shrugged his wings. “It’s clucked-up, but it’s worth it.”







Copyright © 2018 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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