Zapfic microfiction. A 50 word fictional story. Calling the host @felt.buzz
Prompt: Bird Poop
It is Monday, the beginning of the week. Mr. Nkem walks down the road leading to his orchid. He was meditating deeply and praying for a bountiful harvest. He needs money really. On getting to the orchard he cited some heads of pineapples which are almost ripe for harvest. He got close and bent down to pluck them. Suddenly he felt a hot splash on his head. Ah, what could that be? He exclaimed. He felt that part of his head and realised that it was a poop from a bird flying across in the sky. He smiled because same is viewed as a good omen. The harvest will be plenty and reasonable money will be realised from the sales.