I don’t mean to do it. It just happens. I spot birds; they spot me. They sit strangely close to me on the bench in my front yard.
And so, some new fiction. It’s short. It’s sweet. It contains a lot of birds. (Which reminds me, doesn’t another favorite magazine of mine foreground a beautiful bird?) Anyway, read it here, or listen to me read it, at Hermeneutic Chaos.
*Also a song by The Eels well worth a listen.
Photo by Tyler Ingram, cc.
christine PS stocke 
OMG, Honey, not only is this piece FANTASTIC, I LOVE hearing you read it. GREAT work!Love,Momps. And the fact that mom is waving—- what a coincidence 🙂
Date: Tue, 5 May 2015 07:28:16 +0000 To: patstroik@hotmail.com