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did something with a hose. The mother and father talked about flooring.

The little girl got off the bench and followed the lame bird, clucking and bending and trying to attract its attention. It ignored her and continued to walk along the inside of the fence, around and around and around.

The aviary was not large so each circuit was completed quickly. But the bird did not stop and the girl did not stop. After a while the father remembered his life outside the aviary, his office and his car and his stacks of paper. His presence in the aviary became instantly ridiculous to him. He got up from the bench and told the little girl it was time to go. The little girl said no, she was not ready. She wanted to stay with the bird. The father said that was too bad. The little girl tried to bargain. The father became angry and grabbed the little girl’s arm. The little girl began to cry and the mother waved the father away.

It was several minutes before the mother could fully comfort the little girl. During this time the father left the aviary and opened his telephone. He paced and talked into the telephone while the mother sat on the bench with the little girl, an arm around her shoulders. He waved to the mother and pointed: He would wait for them in the car.

The mother told the little girl her father loved her very much, only he was busy. He had stress and pressure. He did not mean to frighten her by grabbing. The little girl nodded and sniffed.

When the little girl was no longer agitated, her mother wiped the tears from her face and the little girl looked around. She told her mother she could not see her bird anymore. Her mother put away her tissue and then looked around too. The bird was not visible. Through the leaves in the trees came a glancing of light; the stainless steel dishes were empty. The water in them was still.

The mother looked for large birds on the dirt of the ground and did not see them. She stood and looked for small birds in the green of branches but did not see them either.

“Where is my bird?” asked the little girl.

The mother did not know. She did not see the lame bird and she did not see the other birds. She did not even hear them.

And yet time had barely passed since the birds were all there. The mother had barely looked away from the birds, she thought now. She had attended for only a few minutes to her child’s brief and normal misery.

“It’s time to go, anyway,” said the mother, and looked at her watch. “The zoo is closing.”

The little girl said that maybe the birds flew out at night, through the holes in the net, into the rest of the world.

The mother said maybe. Maybe so.

As they left the aviary the little girl was already forgetting the bird. She would never think of the bird again.

There was almost no one left in the zoo, none of the day’s visitors. But the visitors the mother did see, making their way to the turnstiles, were all walking with a slight limp, an unevenness. She wondered if they could all be injured, every single one of them debilitated—but surely this was impossible. Unless, the mother thought, the healthy ones had left long ago, and what she now saw were the stragglers who could not help but be slow.

Ahead of her the limping people went out and vanished.

Along the path to the exit, the cages seemed empty to the mother; even the reeds around the duck ponds faded, and the signs with words on them and images of flamingos. The mother looked upward, blinking. In the sky there was nothing but airplanes and the bright sun.

The mother’s eyes felt dazzled. The sky and the world were all gleaming a terrible silver. How she loved her daughter. Urgently she took hold of the little girl’s hand. She felt a brace of tears close her throat.

Why? It had been a fine day.

Acknowledgments

Many thanks to the following for their prior publication of these stories. For “Sexing the Pheasant,” Sonora Review 53, 2008, as well Heide Hatry and her book Heads and Tales (Charta Art Books, 2009). For “Girl and Giraffe,” McSweeney’s Issue 22, 2006. For “Sir Henry,” Famous (Electric Literature), Inaugural Issue, 2009. For “Thomas Edison and Vasil Golakov,” SEED Magazine, 2006, and also Tin House, The Fantastic Women Issue, 2007. For “Love in Infant Monkeys,” Willow Springs 60, 2007. For “Chomsky, Rodents,” The Columbia Journal Issue 47, 2009. For “The Lady and the Dragon,” Tri-quarterly #133, 2009, guest-edited by Donna Seaman. For “Walking Bird,” Fairy Tale Review Green Issue, 2006, as well as Long Story Short: Flash Fiction by 65 of North Carolina’s Finest Writers, edited by Marianne Gingher, 2009.

About the Author

LYDIA MILLET is the author of six novels, including My Happy Life (2003 PEN-USA Award for Fiction) and most recently How the Dead Dream, a Los Angeles Times Best Book of 2008 and the first in a trilogy about extinction. She lives in the desert outside Tucson, Arizona with her husband and two young children.

Copyright © 2009 by Lydia Millet. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is available.

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