The car struck, and tossed her like a bundle of rags back to the side of the road.
*
‘It was the damnedest thing. The damnedest thing. I guess I -I thought I saw - it’s crazy - I thought I saw - cows wandering across the highway.’
‘Light’s tricky, this time of day.’ No one wanted to condemn.
‘He’s been eight hours on the road,’ the driver’s wife said. ‘We’d better get you to a doctor, honey.’
*
After they had taken Sybil away, and there was nothing more to do, Jess went into the kitchen to kill the bird.
But he was dead on the floor of his cage, lying on his back, his claws curled, his breast stuck up like a pouter pigeon.
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