Blue Jay's and Forgotten Memories
One of my first short stories since I started writing again, hope you like it!
“The blue jay came back again” she whispered. She peered through the window. A soft chill slithering through the insulation caressed her chest. Beyond the reflection staring back at her she focused on the bird. Her breath held as if escaping now would startle the tiny creature outside. The tiny bird perched on the opening of a small yellow bird house. Peering inside, his wings ruffled as he…
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