Sunday, October 29, 2006

Chauncey came to a difficult decision.

There were too many birds. In the apartment, that is. Not in the whole world, maybe, but then again the thought of all those birds, hell the number of birds at the park alone, made the tightness return to his chest. "But, no, this is enough," he said, eyeing the cages that lined the walls. The container of Avitrol 200 was waiting in the kitchen. The birds twittered and screeched. Chauncey thought maybe they were picking up his tension. Marbelle would be home from work in four hours. He had to do it now so he could begin cleaning up the dozens of tiny corpses. She will understand, he breathed deeply and believed it for a seond.

3 Comments:

Blogger Faux Nombre said...

awesome names.
are you doing nanowrimo?
i'll cheer you on. and read the novel, if you let me.

7:40 PM, October 30, 2006  
Blogger Something dirty said...

Yeah! I am! Not going to do it well, and unlikely to finish but you can totally read it!

8:18 PM, October 30, 2006  
Blogger Faux Nombre said...

radical. completely radical. you rule.

5:06 PM, November 01, 2006  

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