Post-cremation: she says he’s nearby. The evidence? White feathers, heaven sent upon a breezy sigh. Each appearance signifies an angelic presence, closer than a whispered farewell. Only I comprehend the truth. Each quill, proof of my cowardice. Late nights, absurdly plucking birds. Serving pigeon pie. At least twice a week. Steven Holding lives in the … Continue reading STEVEN HOLDING: Squab Story
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