May 13
Micro Fiction #1
icon4 May 13th, 2008 | icon2 Micro Fiction |

She takes me to where the bird lies, naked and squeaking on the dirt. I, being the man, take the bird in hand; the humane solution. No grip, the throw is weak. The bird hits the wall without force and falls limply to the concrete. We run away laughing, ashamed.

(50 words)

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