Thanks for all the well-wishes. I am feeling better – and while outside pressures continue to push, I’m dealing with them.
Let’s keep thinks brisk. A Fiction in 58.
He walks through the neighborhood, the pre-dawn chill illustrated by steam puffs as he breathes.
A flock of crows passes overhead, throaty squawks pierce the quiet. He pauses, watches them disappear on the horizon.
He thinks about their wings, greasy black. Suddenly, he’s nauseous, dizzy.
The blackness presses against his temples.
“Please don’t go there,” he whispers.
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