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Tigress of the Shrubland (15)
5 min readApr 19, 2023
Janice preferred laundry day, with the open air and sun upon her; and as an added perk, you could see anyone coming before they got close. — If their movements were generally restricted to two dimensions.
“JANICE! What trouble to reach you!”
The startled girl tangled herself in a damp bedsheet attempting to turn to greet the myna bird who perched on the pole holding up a line.
“Kay!” She immediately began to cry and hid herself from the house behind a sheet. She was brittle, easily distressed, these days. “You don’t know,” she sobbed. “It’s been so much harder without you. I waited and waited and nobody came, and you…”
“Well, well…” The bird smoothed out the glossy green-black feathers of a wing. “I’m here now, Jan.”
