Over twelve months, there will be twelve single birds. only twelve. Just Walter is the third bird in this collection.
The residents building was tall and gathered steps at its sides. In the room where they all went to dance, there was a clean floor. One curtain had slipped and was awkward. The light came in through a closed window, was bright and a lessened warm. There was a clock that would tick to tell a visitor that their day was going. And all around were chairs and chairs.
At 4pm, though the chairs were often empty, Walter would perform. The light would catch him while he danced. In the distance you could hear the sound of the forks and spoons and glasses that there always were at that...