A peacock’s strut
It was one of those days, when you look out of the window lost in your thoughts. A strange bird caught her attention. It reminded her of a saying her grandfather used to tell her: “be a peacock in a world full of blackbirds”. It was a prompt to refuse to be ordinary.
But in our world today, everyone believes they’re a peacock. Strutting along, gleaming and boasting of their supposed abilities and good looks. “Appearance is deceiving”, she pondered.
She looked closer at the bird. It seemed ordinary. “A peacock that rests on its feathers is just another turkey”.
Also part of Friday Fictioneers