The bird landed at the feeder and examined the seeds. The sunflowers looked too big at first, but after surveying the remaining smaller ones he decided it was the best thing to go for. He poked at one as he hopped around the rim of the feeder, finally picking it up only to drop it immediately.
From the large picture window, an attractive young woman was watching intently.
The bird continued to peck at the sunflower seed until it finally decided to eat it. He then picked at some more seeds, getting more on the ground than in his mouth. After reaching the far end of the feeder, he paused after finally noticing the woman in the window. She slowly slid partially behind a bookcase, hoping not to disturb him. He cocked his head at her and she smiled with delight.
He picked up a few more seeds, yellow wings flapping as he hopped and made a mess before once again settling to look at the young woman in the window. From behind her, he saw a man silently approaching. She either didn't hear him or didn't care, since she remained focused on the bird right up until the moment that the man pulled the extension cord he was carrying down around her throat.
She gripped at the cord and thrashed about, knocking over a plant. The bird hopped backwards to the edge of the feeder, unsure of the racket that was going on just a few feet away from him. Still, the people inside weren't bothering him, and there were seeds about, so he wasn't about to fly away quite just yet.
The woman was on the floor now, barely managing an occasional limp kick as her husband throttled the last of the life out of her. Drool that was out of the bird's view escaped her lips and pooled on the floor. He could see the man hunched over in the window now, but he was facing away now and apparently not a threat. The bird gobbled down some small seeds.
After fully ensuring she was dead, the man slid the extension cord off of his wife's throat and stood up to stretch. He looked around the room and righted the table and the plant, briefly leaving to return with a broom and dustpan for the spilled dirt. After sweeping up, he used the extension cord to plug in a lamp that was sitting on a table on the far end of the room and then he disappeared from view.
The bird looked back down at the feeder and flipped some seeds onto the ground, looking for another sunflower. They were all gone. He cocked his head back at the window he had been watching. Nothing moved inside. His head darted around the yard to look at the various trees that were about, then he quietly flew away.
| 10/24/2006 | The Seventh Story of the House |
| 10/21/2006 | The Sixth Story of the House |
| 10/13/2006 | The Fifth Story of the House |
| 10/04/2006 | The Fourth Story of the House |
| 10/03/2006 | The Third Story of the House |
| 10/02/2006 | The Second Story of the House |
| 10/01/2006 | The First Story of the House |
| 10/01/2004 | It's Your Turn |
| 10/02/2003 | The Experiment |
| 10/02/2003 | The Stain |
| 10/02/2003 | The Recorder |
| 10/02/2003 | The Secret Room |
| 10/02/2003 | Why you should always carry tools |
| 10/02/2003 | The Solicitor |
| 10/02/2003 | The Picnic |
| 10/02/2003 | Moving Day |
| 10/02/2003 | The Very Short Life of a Fat Man |
| 10/02/2003 | Life on a Farm |
| 10/02/2003 | The Mooresbury Men |
| 10/02/2003 | A Better Killer |
| 10/02/2003 | Scary Noises |
| 02/01/2003 | The Wind Blows In My Heart... |
| 01/15/2003 | I Am The Goddess |
| 01/15/2003 | Freak |
| 01/12/2003 | They Won't Be Coming Back |
| 01/12/2003 | Bugs |