Ki’s knees creaked bending down on the flagstones to pick up a hummingbird a few feet from the statue. Over a thousand heart beats per minute to nothing in seconds.
“Poor thing. Never knew what hit you.”
Ki looked up at the noon sun. High in the sky, it provided the smallest, and safest, shadow possible. The circle of poison directly under the statue burned with determination. She used to think it was her imagination…coincidence. She finally accepted the shadow for what it was.
The flagstones, dropped at weird angles, served as a boundary of sorts. Plus, they covered the brittle brown grass.
She wiggled-free the shovel at the tree line near the back of the property. Its yellow fiberglass handle was brighter than the old wooden one and she didn’t think twice about keeping it handy with its blade in the ground.
The bird looked up from its hole with an empty eye socket. A resting place close to countless other birds, stray cats, bunnies, and rodents. All dried and brittle. All innocent. All gone.
She crossed the yard, placed her hand on the statute, and felt tingling warmth.
“I’m trying to get you changed back, Dad…patience.”