The backroom smells of dust and feathers. It is crowded with wire bird cages, all sizes and shapes, bird feeders and knickknacks, ceramic or porcelain figures of little girls wearing pinafores, the boys, sailor suits, feeding starlings or carrying them on their shoulders. You squint. On the far wall, you can't tell if the portrait is of Jesus or St. Francis. But then, you figure, Jesus didn't wear a monk's robe.
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About the author: Kyle Hemmings lives and works in New Jersey and has work published in Noo Journal, Willows Wept Review, and forthcoming work in Full of Crow.