Category: pigeon accounts

A man opened his front door and reached for the mailbox that hung on the house. As he fished his hand around the empty box, he noticed a woman walking by across the street. She was carrying a hanging plant by the plastic hook of its container. Its long green tendrils dragged on the ground…

“We all agree it’s a joy to read.” The bookstore owner spoke loudly into the phone, but the store was small so we would have heard him even if he spoke quietly. “It leaves one with a sense of…I don’t want to say joy, but yes, joy.” “With a room full of words,” a man…

A man walked through the subway turnstile with a pizza box over his head. The smell of cheese and grease and bread spread onto the platform. It was near dinner time and everyone who walked by the man lifted their noses and licked their lips. He pretended not to notice because he knew many of…

The coffee cup was right on the edge of the table. From where I sat, in fact, it looked to be half on and half off, a true split fate. I had a good view through my kitchen window into my neighbor’s kitchen, and it was over my own cup that I noticed the precarious…

On the first day of the year, she was running late to the party. She had wanted to walk because the weather was beautiful, but that would take too long. So she rented a bike, one of the newer models that used electricity to increase its speed. An ideal vehicle for someone pressed for time.…

She has been in line for a little over an hour. She is practicing four part breathing to stay calm. Her car rental reservation was for 44 minutes ago. As her belly balloons out and in, she shuffles forward a few steps as another person leaves the queue. Still a dozen people ahead of her…

His shovel scrapes against the frozen concrete on the driveway. He makes a zigzag pattern in the snow, moving the accumulation to the edge and then scooping and tossing it into a mound. No one else is out shoveling and with good reason—it is still snowing. And just as soon as he clears a section,…