Flapping Wings

I went down to pick up Wow Dinga and came across the BFG who was ambling along in his usual way, body tilted slightly to the back, his huge strides supported by a walking stick, his mouth open to take in deep breaths which he obviously couldn’t despite his large nose. Besides him was his son-in-law talking to someone on the other end of his mobile – possibly his wife who was giving him the last minute instructions on what to do with Daddy.

Daddy or the BFG has been living by himself for over three decades now, ever since his wife died and has gone about his business very unobtrusively. He hardly talks to any of us, but always nods in greeting and on the occasional times he talks to us, I can hardly understand his mumble.

But today he looked visibly disturbed and I asked him what the matter was. He brought himself to a halt before me, took a deep breath and expanded his hands in a wide wingspan indicating that he was attacked by an eagle this big and it pecked the tip of his finger so he was being taken to the doctor for an injection.

Saying this, he flapped his arms and went off.

This is my post for the Write Tribe  ProBloggers September Challenge.