Invisible Women

The Little Bird that Couldn’t

He loved for the little bird. He cared for her. He chewed her food for her and drizzled slowly it into her little beak. Most of the time, the bird spit it back in his eye, but he was not offended. He loved the little bird.

Life was wonderful for this small family unit for days. He would often crawl into her birdhouse and spoon her when the nights were coldest.

Then, on the fifth day of their harmonious union, she fell out of a second story window and broke her neck.

Or maybe she didn’t fall. Maybe she jumped.