50 Word Story: The Yellow Bird

by Shawnong

She perches at my window every morning, as routine as the sunrise. She stills, then with a few cursory glances, a petulant toss of her head, takes off. She didn’t come today, however. Where are you? Where do your wings take you? Come back tomorrow, please. Before it’s too late.

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