Baby Bird: A Short Story

Small hands powdered with dirt, cupped the baby bird. The half-naked animal’s bones rolled around, unable to brace itself in her shifting grip. Her sisters became anxious with each wobble. “Poppy! Don’t squeeze it, you’ll hurt him!” Stella cried, imagining that Poppy’s fingers were squeezing the new treasure, and she wanted a turn; a chance to... Continue Reading →

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