Nirve

 

The Blackfoot River Brewery held people on its' balcony like bacon in a frying pan. Every minute or so we'd shift, turn, expose new, tender flesh to the sun. I was drinking Mai Bock.

 

On the next roof over was a paper bird tied to a flag-pole. The wind caught it and it took off-

 

            but it held the shackle of a prisoner, leaving it ridiculous and redundant.

 

I watched it flutter up and down and around. I drank my third beer and I baked. As a whole we were just pigs up there. Gluttens in the sun in a fancy pen.

Reviews

[DavidRyanM]

Awesome, dear. The imagery, the metaphors, brilliance all around. I was so excited when I saw this. I thought you were going to go on hiatus again, but I'm glad you didn't. I'm loving the pieces about simple things in every day life. And giving them a realistic beauty that is missing in a lot of writing. We will control the world, one story at a time.