Exhale
“Naomi? Talk to me. What’s happening?”
I didn’t answer immediately. My eyes remained fixed on the street below as another pigeon dropped from the sky, then another. Within seconds, they were falling across the intersection, striking parked cars, rooftops, and the pavement with sickening thuds. The orderly rhythm of the morning dissolved into chaos as pedestrians scattered in every direction.
“Naomi.”
“The birds,” I said quietly.
“What about them?”
“They’re falling.”
A brief silence followed.
“What do you mean, they’re falling?”