This week at Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle has chosen the photo below as or writing prompt. 100 words.
Sylvia was one of those people who made friends wherever she went. Real friends — not the superficial kind in which one outgrows the other.
After Sylvia started a couple of kitchen fires, her children decided it was time for a nursing home.
Truth be known, Sylvia was terribly lonely. And then one morning, a bird perched on her windowsill as she ate her breakfast. She slowly cracked the window and shared some toast crumbs with him.
Soon, the bird began showing up every day at 7:45am.
One morning, the bird found the window closed.
He waited, but Sylvia never came.
Ergo, the Ogre 
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