A koi pond. My little heart was racing.
I hated birds. Dad knew it. He would know I did it on purpose.
When Dad moved out, I had thought my joy would double. Two Christmases, two birthdays, and amazing presents, each parent would have to try harder. But Dad bought a coy pond. Then a parakeet. Then a doberman.
He forgot to buy me a birthday present.
Dad came home. Out back, I was staring into the koi pond like I hadn’t let the bird loose. Like I hadn’t called the dog’s attention to it, emancipated and flightless.
It was beautiful.
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Title by: ponderthis1
Story by: Nick
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“Coy” pond? I’m trying to work out if that’s an intentional misspelling of koi, and what deep meaning it hides…
Haha… no, that was unintentional. Whoopsies!