Parakeets

Parakeets were nesting in Tammy’s garden, where she was having tea with Jane.

“I’ve got nothing against the Banaszewskis. They’re a nice bunch. I just don’t know why they’ve got to live here instead of Warsaw.”

“I heard the dad got that job at Riley’s. Emma’s Dave could’ve done with that.”

“Not right.”

Above, a group of starlings chirped angrily as a parakeet chased them away from the nest.

“Loud bunch,” Jane said.

“They’re just bitter,” Tammy said. “They didn’t even want the tree until the parakeets turned up.”

“Feels like that should be a metaphor for something.”

“Huh. Weird.”

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The prompt for this one was ‘London’, but it went through a few steps before getting here. I may have another go at it, as I’d like to do one where the city itself was centre-stage.