Week 2 of my stint as host and I love the job! I so enjoy getting to know each of you by reading your posts and the comments you give others and yours truly. I know several of you from your efforts with Friday Fictioneers and I am happy to meet others through Barbara Beacham’s Monday Finish the Story. I have incorporated each of these into my Secrets of Puxatawney Phil saga. I am not sure how much longer that story will have life as we can only hope this week will be out last round of snow and ice. I hope you will indulge me as I add another chapter.
The air was filled with the sound of seagulls, just like it should be near the seashore. Except this wasn’t the seashore. This was a parking lot in the mountains of Southwest Virginia, at least six hours as the crow flies, or seagull for that matter, from the beach. That was the reason for the deafening seagull chatter. Everyone was unhappy about their predicament.
“Norville, how do you explain this?” Ellis, leader of flock asked.
“Sir, we got the orders from Central Command. Fly to these coordinates. Here is the communique.”
Ellis studied the paper the young corporal pecked at. His head moved from side to side as he read the order. Everything seemed legitimate.
“It’s Phil!” Luscius declared. Suddenly every seagull fell silent. Luscius had opened his beak on the wrong subject.
“Shhhh!” Luscius heard a chorus of friends urging him to be silent.
“I’ll not be silent another moment,” Luscius said waving his wings.”The little groundhog in Viriginia had the guts to open this can of worms and I have the guts to continue the attack!”
Everyone scattered when a massive pile of snow and ice slid off the roof of the building and buried Lucius underneath the Share An Idea sign.
“Better not share it if it concerns Phil!” Ellis replied.