AU BON PAIN was published in a print edition of The Worcester Review.

The possibility of being touched makes her nervous and she begins the crazy circular dance of thinking she can still fly. The tendon tears further and new swirls of rich blood paint the sidewalk. I take my jacket off and lurch on top of her. People gasp. I collect her in my arms and watch the slow blink of her inner lid as her head lolls back and her beak trails like a fingernail across my skin to find rest in the hollow above my collarbone.

Author’s Note: As an undergraduate, I studied creative writing at Emerson College and found that living in the city provided an endless canvas upon which I could paint my stories. This one, about prey and their predators, transports me back to some of those gritty streets in the shadows.