Category: pigeon accounts

She was waiting in a poorly formed line at the gate for her turn to board she overheard a man waking through the terminal say into his phone: When I left this airport last week I had a mother. When I arrived at this airport this week I no longer had a mother. There must…

The blood smear on the street was visible from my second floor window the way swimming pools are visible from an airplane. At a time of year when the only other vibrant colors came from intentionally placed Christmas lights, it was easy to spot. And the more I looked, I could see nuanced tones of…

When he hears the bad news, he pulls the collar of his sweatshirt up over his head and repeats the word “no” several times. I look at the headless being and wonder if he thinks that when he comes out of his sweatshirt, this will have all been something that never happened. Could he erase…

At a certain hour in the evening if you are walking west on Church Avenue, the setting sun will be right in your eyes and will make people walking east on Church Avenue appear as just legs. Just legs coming toward you, silhouetted by bright orange light. You might stop and gasp because you have…

This was the moment he chose to decide what kind of person he was going to be. He saw that apples were three for two dollars. The apples were red and he had recently eaten a crisp and tart red apple and was looking forward to eating these, so he selected three and put them…

Four old hands. Four with liver spots. Three with rings. Two with nail polish. Slowly sliding one hand over the other in his lap. Like lapping waves. Hand sandwiches. What do you call that game? Where you put your hand on someone else’s, and then they put their other hand on your hand which is…

There is a long line for the cashier at the grocery store. Only one aisle is open because it is not usually busy at this time. But today was unlike a usual day, thinks the cashier. A woman walks into the store and grabs a canister of prunes. She looks at the long line and…