THE DAY THE BIRDS FELL OUT OF THE SKY | Ambika Thompson

“It’s the beginning of the end,” the father said to his kids. The youngest, Annie, made tracks in her mashed potatoes with her fork, marvelling at the groups of parallel lines. “Can we go outside and witness God’s work?” asked her brother, the phoney pious believer in plaid pants, as Annie liked to think of him. “No. God is punishing us for being sinful. It won’t be long now,” said the father while shaking his head as if he was listening to a really groovy song, then he held his finger to his lips in order to silence nobody but himself: “Shhhh.” Continue reading “THE DAY THE BIRDS FELL OUT OF THE SKY | Ambika Thompson”

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