The Inspirational Gift

John started writing true stories as fiction as he was a natural story teller but gradually the inspiration dried up and the pencil chewing, window gazing day arrived.

Staring at the midwinter deciduous tree John was certain he had spotted the movement of a bird on the boughs. Looking again he was uncertain but yes it was definitely playing hooky with him.

It was only when it flew down onto the garage roof that John was able to see that it was a local regular. Not a hawk catcher, squealer, tattletale, decoy or a plant. Just a common stool pigeon