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This is a new series I started that followed on from an old freewrite I wrote called "Big Bird". It was voted by my lovely friends and followers as the story most people would like to see continued (see this post@felt.buzz/help-felt-buzz-choose-next-serial-to-freewrite-results-of-vote-and-winners-of-steembasicincome-announced).
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Big Bird
(the original freewrite: @felt.buzz/big-bird-a-five-minute-freewrite)
The bird was huge. Like the size of an elephant.
Okay, maybe not that big. But it was big.
It took up the whole of my bathtub. But what the fuck was it doing in there?
It was an unusual colour. Orange feathers, with a green tinge on the edges. It's beak was purple, and red. And the claws were sharp looking bastards.
What the hell was it?
And more importantly how had it got into my bath?
It was dead.
At least I thought it was dead. I didn't want to get too close.
The first thought: could the cat have dragged it in here?
Well, it's possible I suppose. The cat is a mean killing machine. But even Tibbles would struggle to bring something that big in the house.
Fuck, he'd never get it though the front door, let alone the bloody cat flap!
I opened the bathroom door and looked at the carpet in the bedroom, checking for tale tell signs of a cat dragging injured or dead beast into the room. No blood, no feathers.
What the hell..?
And now! The story continues...
There were half empty bottles, and plates with food all over the bedroom. It was as if someone had had a party in my bloody bedroom.
I took a deep breath went back into the bathroom. Took another deep breath. Looked in the bathtub. Huge dead, unusual looking bird still in tub.
I opened the door to my bedroom again and peeked out. Yep, still signs of a party. What was going on?
I walked into the room and started picking my way through the debris. It looked as if it had been a pretty good party, to be fair. I just wondered how the hell I had missed it.
I wasn't hung over, I wasn't still drunk.
So why did I have a hole in my memory, not able to remember a big party (in my bedroom) or how a huge bird of unknown species had got into my bathtub?
I sat down on my bed - which was unoccupied, luckily- and thought I needed to get my head together.
I needed to phone J I thought. If anyone knew about a party in my bedroom it was going to be J.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and swiped the screen...
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The next part can be found here: @felt.buzz/pieman-spill-the-beans-a-five-minute-freewrite-big-bird-3
