By Guy Biederman
I climb to the crow’s nest with tea. Gwendolyn’s sipping scotch. Borrowed landscape recedes in yellow light, blue’s on loan from the sky. A pelican squadron lifts off and glides. “Do they know when they go that they’re leaving,” says Gwendolyn. Tea holds flavor close. I sip my last drop.
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Guy Biederman is the author of Translated From The Original: one-inch punch fiction (Black Lawrence Press), and five other collections of short work. His stories and poems have appeared in Carve, Bull, Flashback Fiction, Flash Frontier, MacQueen’s Quinterly, 50-Word Stories, and many other journals. He lives on a houseboat.