This is a 300-word FF on the theme of “Royalty”, for the Bloggers Bash competition… My second entry – this one’s less likely to get me a knighthood! Hope you enjoy!
“Not so bad. Yourself, Dave?” The first pigeon shrugged his barely discernible shoulders.
“Can’t complain. Found half a box of KFC last week. Seemed a bit of a coup in the circumstances.”
“Haha, ‘coup/coo’… good one,” he laughed, in that way that pigeons do.
“ ‘ere, Trev, have you seen Sal lately?”
“Yeah, I see ‘er now and again. How come?”
“Have you seen that ‘er with that bracelet? Big rattley thing, wears it ‘round her neck.”
“Can’t say I’d noticed… hang on, wasn’t that her mum’s?”
“Yeah that’s it. Her mum’s shuffled off to join the choir invisible…”
“That’s a shame. Well, I say a shame. Never really liked ‘er. All those airs and graces. La-de-das and all that. Thought she was better than us, just ‘cause her dad left her a big nest. She never had to scrabble around in the mud for a worm like the likes of us, did she, Dave?”
“No, she did not… ‘ere remember, that daft little tip of the wing she used to do to her “adoring crowds”. Give me strength!”
“Haha, it’s a wonder that any of the other pigeons fall for it!”
“Yeah, but you know what we’re like. Suckers for a bit of pigeon-pomp and pageantry.”
“Too true, my friend, too true…. What were you saying about Sal?”
“Well, just that with that bracelet she seems to think she’s lady of the manor now. As if it makes a bit of difference who her parents were!”
“Never even knew my Dad. Never ‘eld me back.”
“You’re made of hardier stuff, Trev. The world needs more pigeons like you.”
“Aw, cheers mate… don’t suppose you’ve …got any of that KFC left, have you?”
“It’s been a few days…”
“I don’t mind if you don’t”
They fly off, together.