The Grey Flamingo | A 100 Word Story

#213 Tai Tales

The old, grey, flamingo spent every morning under the shade of a weeping willow. Afraid of stepping out into the sunlight. Knowing the other flamingos wouldn’t understand, or worse, would attack.

All the other flamingos were a bright shade of pink, or green, or even violet. They took on the color of their flock and walked around with their long necks held high, proud of their colorful heritage.

To be grey, was to be without flock or family. Until one morning storm clouds appeared in the sky and lightning struck the brightest colors. 

When the clouds parted, only grey remained.

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Tai Tales

I tell many tales: fiction, memoir & essays. Currently writing a sci-fi composite novel & documenting my writing/publishing journey. Malaysian.

By Elizabeth Tai

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