Sunday, December 1, 2013

The Twelve Days of WICKED LITTLE SECRETS: The Tenth Day

On the tenth day of Wicked Little Secrets, my true love gave to me . . .

Ten Deranged Cockatoos! 

 A blur of white and pink flashed before Dashiell’s eyes. A fluffy Cockatoo landed on Fontaine’s shoulder. Twisting its head, the bird studied Dashiell with one black, round eye. Then it opened its beak, stuck out a stubby, red tongue and hissed, bouncing up and down. “Frederick, stop that,” she gently admonished, as she soothed its feathers. “Please excuse him. He doesn’t like men. I don’t know why.”

The nervous bird edged across Fontaine’s shoulder and put its beak near her ear. “I love you. I love you,” he cawed.

“I know you do, my darling,” Fontaine cooed to the bird.

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