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dead bird, no. 1

(Being an attempt to write short fiction in even shorter increments...)

dead bird, no. 1, no. 2, no. 3, no. 4, no. 5, no. 6, no. 7, no. 8, no. 9, no. 10, no. 11

The dead bird moved a little bit every day. Or, rather, parts of it did. It was separated -- a wing over here, something unrecognizable over there -- on the weed-cracked sidewalk outside the wonton factory I passed while jogging each afternoon. It was a mostly deserted street.

Late in the bird's disintegration, I passed someone a little further down the block, walking in the shadow of a warehouse. "Hey!" I wanted to ask him -- a prematurely balding Puerto Rican kid who worked in the tire yard --"did you see the bird? It's been there since March!" It was the end of May then, and I was wondering what the summer sun would do to it. But I kept jogging.

That was the same week I told Monica about the bird.

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