Tagged bird

Mr. Peregrine

The team of dermatologists stand at the end of her bed, peering at her ravaged skin with benign expressions on their faces. They are leaning forward at an alarming angle. Maybe their shoes are filled with lead, Louise thinks. They are grounded and seem to move in unison. She definitely can’t see them flying anywhere.…

Corner of 11th and Hoyt

Out of the corner of my eye, I spy a giant bird. An iron bird. A giant orange iron bird. It grasps me with one eye. Its eye is a bandolier. Bird in a refrain keeps its bandolier on me. I don’t want to sing. The bird nods like a friend whose attention is elsewhere.…