Category: pigeon accounts

When the snow finally stopped pouring from the sky, it continued to move about horizontally now and then with the wind gusts. Besides an occasional howl, all was quiet, the way it always is after a hard snow collapses the outside world’s activities. I took this opportunity to look out the window. I could differentiate…

Of course, no one wanted it to be a complete disaster. But when a series of fire trucks pulled up with their lights flashing in front of the house on the corner, more than one neighbor peeking out of kitchen curtains entertained, for the briefest of moments, an image of the house lying in a…

She ordered a cup of coffee and a breakfast sandwich from the fast food kiosk near her gate in the terminal. Giving her name to the cashier in a loud pleasant lilt, almost singing, she caused the other bleary passengers to look up from their phones. Positivity had become a rare sighting at the airport.…

After so many years alone, she hated knowing there were people who now lived upstairs. She hated the way these people made the ceiling creak and their Amazon packages that littered the tiny vestibule. She hated people who were not family. People who did not understand what she was saying when she yelled curses at…

The thermometer reads 38 degrees Fahrenheit. He runs bare chest and shorts. People think he is one of those extreme athletes but really he’s just doing penance for the ice cream he stole this summer from the bodega. His red chapped skin reminds him he should switch to sorbet.

On a pedestrian footbridge covering a stretch of the highway just before it splits into two separate parkways, a pair of cousins reunite. They embrace, and each wonders to herself what makes a highway different than a parkway. Happy to be together, they turn to survey the thick artery at the place where it cleaves…

She is awakened most mornings by the sound of honking. The bedroom window faces the intersection just before the expressway entrance, and long haulers mixed with local deliveries and school buses jockey for space by screaming a series of brass sounding blasts. And most mornings, she is not ready to get up yet, so she…