Tuesday, September 18, 2007

John was looking up now.
He couldn't quite process what it was he was looking up at. He stared for who knows how long, dumbfounded. The screaming noises of the pigeon became muffled as its head became engulfed and the frenzied screaming noises of one animal were replaced with the quieter, but no less disturbing, wet sucking sounds of the other's feeding. John suddenly wished that he had been thinking of anything else, anything other than animals having sex, on his way out the door. He did not want to ever have this image rush into his head in the future when he might start to think of ... DAMNIT! In hindsight the noise from out here had been nothing like...MOTHERFUCKER!
Blood was puddling below, no longer just splotching the white and black concrete. Most of the smaller pigeon had disapeared from sight. Tendrils from the thing's mouth were grasping and flailing messily at the remaining pieces.
A pigeon chunk fell loose and landed on John's face, startling him from his slack jawed silence.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

John looked down and noticed a different color mixed in with the white spatterings with black flecks that normally covered his doorstep: Splotches of red.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

So John was walking out his front door when he heard this something or other above him. There was the issue of the pigeons that were constantly littering his front doorstep with shit, so when her heard the commotion he thought maybe they were fighting. Or perhaps fucking. For all the pigeons out there he had yet to see any fucking in the streets. Maybe they kept that kind of stuff at home. Like people. Did they mate for life like doves or swans do? Were they like cats, biting and scratching and hissing? Like geese who will from time to time rape the shit out of each other(it's true)? He didn't remember. Pigeons probably don't fuck as loud as the something or other that was going on above Johns head. Do pigeons scream? This one did. That's what the something or other was that was going on above John's head. Pigeon screaming. At least that was part of the noise.
NEXT: Why is this pigeon screaming?