The room was littered with the shrapnel of an exploded finch.
Sharp claws teased every last morsel of integrity.
Why is the base of the bed the foot of the altar?
And where are the missing parts?
I know birds have heads.
The room was littered with the shrapnel of an exploded finch.
Sharp claws teased every last morsel of integrity.
Why is the base of the bed the foot of the altar?
And where are the missing parts?
I know birds have heads.
Oh dear – was it Hector or Sylvia?
Hectorlicious.