19
Brock
I hadn’t heard from Jessie, so the second I woke up, my ears strained, waiting for her arrival. Too cold for coffee on my stoop, I stood and fed Chick from my hand while watching the overcast sky, shivering after only a few minutes outside in a sweatshirt.
The cold bit through my pants, reminding me of my old knee injury, something that hadn’t bothered me most of the summer since I hardly sat still.
And this is only the beginning.
Chick chirped and pecked at my hand some more. Smirking at my little friend, I realized I would have to feed him through the winter. He’d come to depend on me for his morning meal. I couldn’t leave him scrambling through the long winter ahead.
“I’ll take care of you, Chick. Don’t mind that responsibility.”
He chirped again and flitted off into the
