Birds

Birds

A Story by K.

Sightless birds. Sightless and flightless birds. He shot another one down from the whistling tree. What did it mean to be dead, he pondered, the dark light seeping through the cloud. Everything changed too quickly. Memories faded and the past like the number on the train that just flew past you; gone. What it meant to die was nothing, he said, but what it meant to live was everything. He shot another bird down from the tree.

© 2013 K.


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A bit surreal, but I am a surrealist at heart so that's a compliment from me. I like it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


K.

11 Years Ago

Yes, it's a bit (or more so, a lot) different from what I usually write, but somehow this idea poppe.. read more
Short, poignant and to the point. It's great how you manage to get such emotion out in such a short piece of work. Lovely.

Megan.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

K.

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much Megan! I really appreciate it.

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