“The woman walked across the terrace, sat at the table in the dining room, put the bird in her lap, and waited. There was probably something smarter one was supposed to do in such cases, but she didn’t know what it was. She’d heard that when a horse broke its leg, it always got shot. But she didn’t own a gun and didn’t know how to shoot.”
From a short story by Elena Alexieva, translated from the Bulgarian by Ekaterina Petrova, the latest entry in B O D Y’s Winter Issue
Read the story here
Read other Bulgarian translations by Ekaterina Petrova in B O D Y here and here
Photo – Dead Bird by Albert Pinkham Ryder
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