This week I give you one of the missing Just So stories and it’s sort of up to date, so more of a Just Now story really.
“Well son, it was like this. The hunters were out and I’d been takin’ heavy flak from all directions for nigh on a week. I had plenty of tricks of my own though. One moment I headed for cloud cover, next I stalled, dived and rolled. I don’t mind sayin’, I was a match for them.
But those varmint, they kept coming and it only takes one lucky shot. My own fault really; I ducked late once and the critter blew the feathers clean offa ma head.
An’ that, my son is how the Bald Eagle got his bald head.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.