It’s been a long, disjointed week. Art Child has been sick, pneumonia. Yah, good times.
We’ve pretty much been trapped in the apartment. One afternoon, I looked down from the balcony and saw this:
But then yesterday, the light was amazing. Not a sunrise or a sunset, just a beautiful moment.
So I took a long, long shower,
and opened the file with that short story I’ve been staring at for months. “Pigeons.”
Above, its own page labeled Fiction III will take you there. One of these days I need to reorganize the pages, figure out a better way to lay out the shorts I’ve got here.