Something shook me from restless slumber. It was a high-pitched, haunting bird call.
Strange. The entire jungle silent but for a single bird.
I rolled onto the deck and searched for the crew but found only more silence.
Alarms inside.
Under the boat the water was blue with streaks of white. I was afraid of falling overboard.
The reflection of the trees on the water was clear and focused. The trees above the reflection were blurry. Madness.
Suddenly, a bird rose up from beneath the sky blue water with no spray and no splashing sounds. It spread its wings and hovered before me. I watched, frozen, as it drew open its mouth. Bursting forth from inside its throat was the most beautiful yellow flower I had ever seen.
The bottom of my wrist began to burn. I twisted my arm and gently rubbed the welts forming on my pale skin.
Prompt from Friday Fictioneers. Photo Prompt from What Pegman Saw weekly writing prompt Link
Humble Swagger 
Nicely done! I love the image of the flower coming out of the bird!
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Interesting concept.
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Doesn’t bode well!
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Enjoyed the trip!
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Really captures the sense of disorientation of illness. That’s a bad sting!
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Beware of jungle birds bearing gifts.
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What an interesting story, or one helluva hallucination. Well written, well tripped. Loved the flowering bird.
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