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A chapter in the book Short Stories and Flash
The Least of Us
by michaelcahill
I couldn't leave that bird there.
I scooped her up. I dipped my finger in my coffee putting it to her beak. She took the liquid in. She wanted to live.
She gained strength on water and Quaker oats. Her wing healed.
I took her outside and she flew like an eagle. “Thank you” I whispered, “You saved my life.”
I took the pistol from my nightstand, holstered it and returned it to the safe.
75 Words Flash Fiction contest entry
I couldn't leave that bird there.
I scooped her up. I dipped my finger in my coffee putting it to her beak. She took the liquid in. She wanted to live.
She gained strength on water and Quaker oats. Her wing healed.
I took her outside and she flew like an eagle. “Thank you” I whispered, “You saved my life.”
I took the pistol from my nightstand, holstered it and returned it to the safe.
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