Srino lives in a room in our building with his parrot. He hates it and
the bird hates him. They are both scaly with age and wear, just like any couple
who get to be like one another. One day the bird goes missing, hops out of its
open cage at the fairground and goes free. It could hardly walk let alone fly.
The sun would kill it. Did it just want to get away from him or the labyrinth
of its life around its owner; whatever way Old Srino is devastated. I drew on
my cigarette. Maybe the bird just took a chance. The cage was always open for him.
That day he might have thought, ‘this is the time I get a chance to go free.’
The thought distracted me as I
looked out over the sea and listened to the occasional choking sob coming from
the house. You can’t escape anything like this when chance forces itself upon
you. Someone like that can’t tell your fortune.
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