They come right off! Jake had said. It looks really cool! Jake had said. It’ll help with your sensitivity thing!
My phone lights up, beeping loud enough that from their nest my sleeping birds stir in alarm. With my face in the pillow it takes me ten seconds to find the thing, and by then it’s buzzed twice more.
It’s stupid’o’clock and a bleary glance at the screen tells me that I’m currently receiving a novel in SMS form. There’s only one person it can be from at this hour. I unlock the phone and shoot off hello, shitlord before scrolling up to read what my best friend has sent me.
When Model KSH-239-FG-99 was deployed in a little Midwestern town designated as “expendable” for “testing purposes”, it sat down and would not move.
Nobody thought anything of the new neighbor. After all, she was perfectly normal, if a little eccentric.
It was the barn swallows I felt sorriest for. All the rest of us, the animals and birds that had come seeking the refuge Chernobyl offered after it had spat the humans out, we had come to an understanding. Even the crows had accepted its offer.