Sitting on a small chair he selects one of three pairs of unremarkable smart black shoes and puts the right on first as always. He then stands and puts on his jacket, unsure of how weak the early autumn sun will be.
The bang makes him jump, his heart racing in a way he has not felt in some time. Opening the door he sees the magpie on his doormat, its neck broken, a life quickly extinguished. He steps over it and sighs as he locks his door.
Whether it was a sigh of malaise or contentment, he couldn’t say.
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