It was a scene of real violence, like a fist fight or a car crash. Feathers floated in the air where the pigeon had collided with the railroad bridge and the bird flopped on the road like a ruined volleyball. Then it skidded around, flapping one wing and weaving back and forth across traffic. Very looked like she was going to cry, so I took off my jacket.
My short story “The Audubon Society” appears in the new issue of Jerry magazine.