The pigeons flew back home, and parked themselves on the stack of juicy sugarcane in the backyard. Their coo-ing announced the approaching dusk. It was a winter evening, which invited bonfires.
Not for me though … the pigeons had been my time sensors, since I lost my sight in that fateful fire….
Inspired by Writespiration #101
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