July 2, 2024

No Sunshine, No Home

By Louella Lester

Photo by Adi K on Pexels.com

It’s your nature, you must go, is what I tell my Canada Goose when summer heat sends him north or winter winds pull him south. I can only kiss his bill before he honks goodbye and flies, because I don’t have the wings to travel the V alongside him. Stuck here in-between, I throw back Grey Goose vodka shots while waiting for him to bring back the warmth, until friends put the bottle away saying he’ll always return, because it’s also in his nature to mate for life. And all I can say is, I know, I know, I know.

About the Author

Louella LesterLouella Lester is a writer/photographer in Winnipeg, Canada, author of Glass Bricks (At Bay Press), a contributing editor at New Flash Fiction Review, and has a story included in Best Microfiction 2024. Her writing appears in a variety of journals/anthologies, including most recently: Roi Faineant, 50-Word Story, the Dribble Drabble Review, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Gooseberry Pie, Paragraph Planet, Hooghly Review, Bright Flash, Cult. Magazine, and SoFloPoJo.

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