This is my 4th Short Story for you - a 10 min read. My sis hopes this one has a happy ending! I'll leave you to ponder that : )
The Feather
‘Perhaps in a wood it wouldn’t be that unusual, but in the middle of New York City? I saw it floating down past my shoulder and I bent down and picked it up! That’s surely more than just a coincidence, umm?
‘Granted there’s people, noise, hustle and bustle, and screeching – but white birds? I couldn’t believe it, Queenie. I swear I was just weaving along the sidewalk, worrying about Daisy and Jack. Were they going to be okay? Daisy working all those hours, rushing about trying to squeeze in extra time to see me - and Jack - for the life of him - moaning at her about forgetting to buy teabags. Teabags! He’s doing bugger-all all day! Christ, I would have brought them with me if I’d known that they would have caused such a rumpus!
‘That it would have all kicked off, first thing that morning. Your mother’s come all this way to see you – and you can’t even offer her a cup of tea? What kind of welcome’s that? What are you thinking of? You’re losing it big time, honey - Jack ranted from their bedroom.
‘So that first morning I went out to Pathmark and brought back teabags, and a white feather. And, give me strength, I thanked St Christopher and the angels for finding it!’
