ATLANTIC ANGELS
Nov 22, 2018
2 minutes
Flash fiction by ER Murray
Illustration by James Fenwick
We used to feed the gulls together. Bags of scraps; bacon rind, bread crusts, cold roast potatoes, pasta shells that clung to the plastic and made our fingers sticky. Marjorie called the gulls her angels. Claimed their eyes shone with prayers and wishes.
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