flash: Parakeets Fly East
Parakeets Fly East The summer had been wet even by London’s standards: six weeks of damp. Birds flew close to the ground all summer, pinching the food crawling high in the soil. But that day the weather was good. Jackson opened the fridge. ‘You want one? A cider, or something.’ Rita stood in the other […]
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