The Bird
“Why are you so sad?” the bird asked.
“I don’t know…” The girl made herself look away. “Maybe I’m just having a bad day.”
“Is this about the berries?”
“Why would it be about the berries?”
The bird fluttered his wings. “That’s why I’m asking. I told you, the seeds were perfectly fine.”
“But they weren’t what you asked for.”
“I don’t care about that. I don’t. I’m happy just sitting in this tree with you.”
“For now.”
“For now.”
The girl let herself slip down to the ground.
“You’re being unreasonable,” the bird told her.
“I know.”
“Can I come over later?”
The girl fidgeted.
“Are you seriously going to be like that?”
“No. You can come over.”
“Hey,” the bird called out as she turned to go, “I like you, I really do.”
Well I love you, she almost said. Except that was stupid. She didn’t know what love was.
“I like you too,” she said, and left.
