Spring Chicken
This is my response to the five minute writing prompt "spring chicken":
You can't be a spring chicken if you're actually a duck.
"You're no spring chicken." His words, intended to be cruel, echoed in her head. However, Neela knew she was not a spring chicken or any other kind of chicken. Neela was a duck. Was she a spring duck? Did it even matter? Being a duck was a daily struggle Neela almost could not bear.
One day, she decided there had to be a better life for her than living with some drake who has nothing better to do than insult her. Neela decided she should go to Hollywood.
Neela goes to Hollywood
She didn't even need a plane because she was a duck. She just flew off to Hollywood one day on a whim. Now, I'm not going to lie. She had to pay her dues and wait some tables. That went on for quite a while before she finally got her big break and proved to the world that ducks can do more than just sell car insurance on TV. Neela would one day be a duck superstar.
No spring chicken? Indeed!
Epilogue?
I know you're probably teeming with curiosity about Neela's adventures in Hollywood. What is life in the big city like for a little duck? Will she ever find love again? If so, how will she manage to juggle her amazing new career with motherhood, assuming she goes the traditional route and chooses to have ducklings? However, sadly, we are limited to a five minute window into Neela's ducky life.
Thank you for reading. This nonsense I wrote. I appreciate it!
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