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.

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Galen about 12 years ago

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.

jadetine about 12 years ago

Haha, oh Galen. You read a bazillion stories and submit so much to this community. Thank you! I was just having an off-day. =\

Galen almost 12 years ago

Thank you for appreciating. Did need to hear that. :)

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noir stream of consciousness eulogy

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Death death birds fall sacrifice sunset flame city

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