Wet on Mad

Wet on Mad The rain came down and wouldn’t stop. There was a food cart on the corner of 63rd and Madison. Some birds were desperately looking for something, anything, to eat. I took my white plastic bag out of my pocket and threw some bread crumbs. A bird, his wings all wet, pounced on them. And then another, and then a few more birds. The people by the food cart looked down at the birds and placed their orders.


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