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Phantom Wings


by brian warfield


The door was wide open. Birds were flying through. There were no people anywhere, so maybe birds weren't flying through, they were just there. Human values had been stricken from the scene. He drank too much, the person not there, which was why he was missing. He didn't drink alcohol. He drank ephemeral. The birds flew in and out of his absence until they migrated elsewhere and made their nests.
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