The shadow of a pigeon bobs across the rhombus of window-light on my bedroom floor, like a puppet playing for my amusement. A cloud passes outside and the window-light fades until only my floor remains. What happens, in such a moment, to the shadow-puppet bird?
Published by Samuel Snoek-Brown
I write fiction and teach college writing and literature. I'm the author of the story collection There Is No Other Way to Worship Them, the novel Hagridden, and the flash fiction chapbooks Box Cutters and Where There Is Ruin. View more posts