Archive for November, 2011

The bird had neared the edges of its strength and, as Ingrid approached, it lay still on the wet sand, bill shaking slightly. The guillemot’s underbelly was visible, white against black. Ingrid paused.

The words are “don’t” and “please” and they are good words, you enjoy saying them, especially when you say them together, and especially while staring at the empty room with a single light in the building across the street. These words can be said in many different ways, but they come out best when whispered. […]