BOOTS VOICE ACTION



COUNTING CRANES

I’d seen her a few days ago now her friend said, ‘why don’t you come back and have some birthday cake.’
‘Is it her birthday today?’
‘No, tomorrow, but we cut the cake already.’
I was by the front door of the block on my way home from work.
‘I’ll get rid of the bike then come down.’

The dog barked and jumped up at me. I followed it downstairs to the kitchen.
‘Come out the back,’ she said. ‘She’s out there.’
‘Happy birthday,’ I said being careful not to step into the just laid concrete.
We counted the cranes.
Fourteen.