Little things by Iwona Rybak

In the window frame the tit head down dark against the semi-transparent crown of petals was feeding on the sunflower plate. Warm in the October sun, the sunflower and the tit swayed together. She smiled and sunny dots danced in her eyes. The bird flew away. She raised her hand; a slender shaking twig smoothing...

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Iwona Rybak
Iwona Rybak
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