This is from when we were playing around with the Pitches and Plot Bunnies. This is the last one – Setting and Significant Detail. I got a little carried away from that track, but I had fun with it.
Look at the bleak gray bricks. The windows seeing clear through to the inside. No one can see the inside of me. No one would want to. Those damn happy people inside, going about their business like the world is fine. The world is not fine! Nothing is fine! Everything is different now and damn it, everything sucks. See that bright green parakeet swooping around that old lady’s apartment? Ooh, look at me, my life is wonderful. I have a beautiful happy family, delicious meals whenever I want and not a care in the world. Whatever.
What I like is the shadows. The dark shadow it casts over the gray sidewalks. I want to just crawl inside it and stay there, forever. Better yet, have it crash down over me. Then I could end this terrible pain. Too bad I can fly, I can’t commit suicide by jumping off the building. That would be a quick way to go. My stupid wings would just come out and save me. How does a bird commit suicide? I guess I could fly in front of a car. That might hurt a bit more though. And who knows, the bitch driving might actually see me and stop. Then I’d feel even worse. To try to commit suicide and fail. That’s bad. I could fly right into one of those horrible, way-too-clean glass windows that everyone thinks we can’t see. We’re not stupid ya know. “Bird-brain” – I’m a small freakin animal, of course I have a small brain.
None of this would have happened if it hadn’t been for those god-forsaken crows. They can’t just let us have our space in the park. I’ve been living in this park for my whole life, my family for generations. Then they come in and think it’s theirs. My bench, my tree, my light post. Please! Come in acting like it doesn’t matter that I laid countless eggs in this park. I celebrated weddings, anniversaries, birthdays in those trees, building nests, sharing worms. They just come in here with those ugly pointy beaks and their boring black feathers and try to push us out. Bigger isn’t always better. I’m willing to share, but they think they’re too good to share with us. That shiny black feathers are better than soft, fuzzy brown ones. Who are they to say?
