“Whoa, check out this plumage display!” boasted Albert loudly. “You won’t find a better spread of feathers anywhere.”
Albert fanned his paltry tail feathers unevenly behind him.
Vincent, the reigning peacock in the flock snorted loudly. “Oh please, Albert. Who are you kidding? Your tail is as spectacular as a cloudy day. Everyone here KNOWS whose spread is king.”
Albert had suffered Vincent’s boasting for years. He’d made Albert feel inadequate, delighting in humiliating him in front of the ladies. Enough was enough.
“So you say, Vincent. Why not let the flock decide who the real peacock is?”
“Fine,” sighed Vincent. “Embarrass yourself.” He spread his magnificent pearly tail feathers for all to see.”
“THAT is why I’m never alone at night,” he sneered at Albert.
The hunters rifle sounded a loud report. The flock, including Albert scattered wildly. Vincent slumped lifelessly to the ground.
“Heck, I was gonna take that small one,” said the hunter to his partner. “But then that white one appeared!”
Albert smiled wickedly. “King no more.”
Word Count: 175
[This is my entry this week into the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. A photo prompt is given and writers are encouraged to create a short story of 100 – 150 words, + or – 25 words.]