seemed like a good idea at the time.
The pigeon tasted of shoe leather, and when it was finished, all that remained was a smattering of feathers and the poignant resound that somewhere, for someone, something had gone terrifically wrong.
Lloyd set his knife and fork down and frowned. A heaviness settled about his heart, squeezing like bird claws on a perch. Yes, something had gone terrifically wrong.
His mother in law pursed her lips at him from across the table. "What's the matter, Lloyd," she asked, her nasally, screeching voice ripping through his eardrums, "Don't you like your pigeon?"
Lloyd heaved a sigh and shrugged. "I liked it fine, Mother Nielsen."
"That's right you did," she said with a sharp nod. "Pigeon is a Nielson family tradition! And you're a Nielson now." She beams proudly, sickly at him, showing her missing teeth.
"I'm a Nielson now," Lloyd echoed. He pulled a feather out of his mouth.
"Lloyd" his wife hissed, jabbing him in the side with her sharp fingers.
Oh right. Lloyd removed his elbows from table.
Lloyd set his knife and fork down and frowned. A heaviness settled about his heart, squeezing like bird claws on a perch. Yes, something had gone terrifically wrong.
His mother in law pursed her lips at him from across the table. "What's the matter, Lloyd," she asked, her nasally, screeching voice ripping through his eardrums, "Don't you like your pigeon?"
Lloyd heaved a sigh and shrugged. "I liked it fine, Mother Nielsen."
"That's right you did," she said with a sharp nod. "Pigeon is a Nielson family tradition! And you're a Nielson now." She beams proudly, sickly at him, showing her missing teeth.
"I'm a Nielson now," Lloyd echoed. He pulled a feather out of his mouth.
"Lloyd" his wife hissed, jabbing him in the side with her sharp fingers.
Oh right. Lloyd removed his elbows from table.