Father has been acting oddly ever since he ran over a crow a couple of weeks ago. He twitches at dinnertime, hastily leaving the room to rummage the dustbin for scraps of gone off meat. He doesn't take his morning run, just hops around the garden. Mother tells me he jumps up and down when he sleepwalks, as if trying to discover flight.
submitted at 10:17pm
25 April 2009