Michael noted that the bird-cage had been balancing on the roof of the boat next door for the past ten minutes. He wanted to call the number on its side and tell the owner that the cage’s imitation of the leaning tower of Pisa was an accident waiting to happen, but then he noticed that the cage was empty.
He deliberated whether he should head for the lock. The fate of the bird was none of his business. The woman’s voice floated up from inside the boat. She was obviously talking to someone. He glanced at his watch. Wouldn’t be long before she’d appear in her floppy sun hat and that dress smothered with roses.
He climbed onto the roof and knocked on her door. A movement at the window caught his attention. A white crested bird with rosettes on its front was fluttering, trying to escape.
Prompt #17 involved choosing five words from another story.
Source text: 'The Garden Party' by Katherine Mansfield
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