Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thank you, Jack

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

"Put a blanket."

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Can I see

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.