The pidgeon man rolled off the sky-scraper. Thousands of birds flew with the updraft, gaining momentum as they hurled their bodies into his back. The crawling taxis below wailed insistently. Pedestrians opened their umbrellas, one by one. Sunset embalmed the towers in reflective flame.
The pidgeon man did not see what was beneath him. He only and always looked up.
His shadow grew on the pavement. He was seconds away from landing, yet the birds continued their sacrifice.
I don't like this piece at all. It is a depressing photo. :(
Read something else.
Sorry. Wanted something with potential for empathy. Happy photos on the way. :D
For what it's worth, I liked where your story was going. But then, I love magical realism.
Haha, oh Galen. You read a bazillion stories and submit so much to this community. Thank you! I was just having an off-day. =\
Thank you for appreciating. Did need to hear that. :)
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Actually, Karen is an aspiring writer with a mysteriously irrelevant past. She spends her days laughing at the people still stuck in law school, ruminating over her engineering degree and coughing at the dust covering her collection of art supplies and musical instruments.
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