SPILT NEEDLES

There’s a million ways out of the city; I don’t know one. His way was to pursue birds, with food in their mouths. Suitable for humans, snatching from them. Then the birds would follow and snatch it back, and they would all go chasing each other gaily for miles. Parting at last with mutual expressions of goodwill, “Save him, save him”, they cried, looking with horror at the cruel sea far below…