From the start, Enid realized there was something not quite right about Ralphie, but her husband, George, always looked the other way, saying “Boys will be boys.”
Later, psychologists attributed the worsening changes in Ralphie’s behavior to George’s sudden, unexpected demise; the ever watchful Enid knew better.
But even Enid wasn’t prepared for the sight of Ralphie sitting at the kitchen table, knife and fork in hand, canary feathers scattered about.
Warily she walked past the empty birdcage, her late husband’s words ringing in her ears: “Boys will be boys.”
“We should get a new pet,” sighed the monster at the table, dreaming of boa constrictors and the sleeping baby in his mother’s upstairs bedroom.
Word count: 114
Author’s Note: This story is written in response to Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction challenge (found here). The challenge is to write a piece of fiction in five sentences using the word “changes.”