Why the Caged Bird Doesn’t Sing
“Once upon a time, I was young, happy and carefree.” He said addressing gathered guests on their gala anniversary celebrations. “Until I met her.”
“But,” he raised a hand; “I experienced true happiness only after marriage.”
“Awww.” They nudged her and giggled.
Whenever your demands were met, she smiled at them.
“Thank you for the greatest joy of my life,” he pointed, “my darling Jaya.”
Whom you wanted me to abort, she swallowed.
“I am now the proud husband of a Bank Manager.”
Cheers and claps.
One who is not allowed to manage her own account. Her father beamed.
Written (with apologies to Maya Angelou) for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Liz for the intriguing photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.