Birds.
I’m on the phone. Overlapping voices through tinny microphones and electric blips. Coworkers in cubicles in monotone phone conversations. Newsfeeds and fluorescent light, passing blurs of pastel rectangles and superficial techno-atmospheres.
Birds. A flutter of wings. Crescendoing to the impact and the shock of…
Silence.
Just the air, softly rushing by.
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