“My daughter thinks I spend too much time with you, did you know that?” asked the old man.
The bird tilted its head. Blinked its eyes. Said nothing.
“What does she know anyway?” He slid his gnarled feet in his shoes. “She spends all her time at that job at the bank.” Continue reading A Man and His Bird
He walked down the lane whistling a hymn to himself. It was November and cold, but there was no snow. Not yet. He approached it as another routine day in a long march of routine days. Distracted by the mental checklist of things that he needed to do, his body took him towards his destination. He greeted familiar and unfamiliar faces in the street with a smile. Continue reading Waiting for Millie