forsyth | Today's drabble

It would have all gone perfectly well if it weren't for the parrot. It wasn't even a real parrot, just one of those stupid "flapping" wooden ones, hanging from the ceiling. But when Callas tried to crush Merton's skull with the chair, the parrot intervened. Its fishing line flight wrapped around one leg and threw Callas' swing off just enough to miss. Merton didn't give him another chance, and that was it. Callas was dead and Merton got hauled off to crazytown, screaming about voices. I guess in the end, it did turn out all right. At least for me.

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