Peck on the Cheek

She and the bird contemplated one another.

In its black, glassy eye she saw her reflection and wondered briefly at what had become of her. Once, she had sat in an office at the top floor of the tallest building; she had looked at the backs of birds as they flew by. Once, she had flirted with a Congressman; another time she had sipped martinis with an Arab prince. And now there was only the sparrow.

It cocked its head at her and daintily hopped a few inches closer. It cocked its head again. Clearly, it was tempted.

Once she had sat on park benches and tossed crumbs at pigeons. Now, she slept on park benches. Now….

She wondered, briefly, what had been in that pill. She had wanted to end it all; the drug dealer had promised her that “Little Blue” would do it.

The sparrow hopped closer. It had decided. She screamed a soundless scream as her right eye watched the bird’s beak dart forward, its flat pink tongue its last vision, tearing into her cornea and nibbling at the edge of her retina. Completely paralyzed deep in an alleyway, she could only watch with her left as its brothers and sisters joined and began to primly peck away at her flesh.

Peck on the Cheek

William H

Joined December 2007

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