The superstition for myna was:

“One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret,
Never to be told.
Eight for a wish,
Nine for a kiss,
Ten for a bird,
You must not miss.”

My brother deliberately held one mynah in his hand in the morning to ruin my day. I furiously chased him but the squeaking of the little bird melted my heart. I stopped and took the small bird in my palms and named it Happy.


Word Count: 100
This Flash Fiction is written for  FRIDAY FICTIONERS hosted by ROCHELLE WISOFF. Read this week’s posts here.
PHOTO COURTESY: Douglas M Macllroy

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