‘Can I have some of yer chips?’
Sam glanced up from his meal and glowered at his scrawny brother. ‘Push off, yer scrounging moron.’
‘Yer knows I’ve bust me arm… Mam says yer’ve to look after me while I’m poorly.’
‘So? I had to find me own food when I broke me leg.’
‘Just one chip…?’
‘No! Mam’s just stuffed half a fish down yer throat. I didn’t get any, did I?’
‘Cos yer were eating chips, and –’
Sam gave Sid’s good wing a sharp peck, causing him to screech. ‘Now yer’ve got two poorly arms. P’raps Mam’ll feed you a whole fish next time.
I starting writing this short piece a few weeks ago, intending to finish it in time to post to Friday Fictioneers. I didn’t finish it and it’s languished in my drafts until today when I decided to find my own, similar, photo prompt and get it posted.