bombs
ovenbird When a bomb hidden in the high school explodes the colony of one hundred baby vultures living in a tree in the courtyard will be blown to bits. I am determined to save them. Have you ever seen a baby vulture? They’re unexpectedly adorable. They have cotton ball fluff bodies with hairless faces that look like plague masks. The discrepancy between these two features is jarring and so cute it’s hard to handle. When I look up into the tree and see all their dumb baby eyes peering out of their totally clueless faces attached to their stupidly soft bodies I am overcome with an instinct to protect them. I develop a plan. A daft and unreasonable plan. I find a small trampoline in the school gym and drag into position under the tree. I know they can’t fly yet so I figure they can jump down onto the trampoline and I’ll collect them in a wheelbarrow and take them away to safety in small batches. The trouble is that vultures don’t speak English and I have no way to communicate what I want them to do. Not a single one jumps down from the tree. As I’m trying to puzzle out a solution, a boy I know approaches me. He shows me the school website where a picture of me topless has been posted for everyone to see. He asks if I’ll reenact it for him. I tell him he’s vile. I forget about the baby vultures as I try to control the fallout of this unexpected betrayal. Sometimes when you’re waiting for a bomb to go off it’s your life that blows up instead. 260129
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