The rain fell lightly on the thin glass sheets of the rounded dome. I sat quietly at the end of Cumber street waiting for Birdy to come home. Unlikely to have noticed the rain I glanced at the polluted sky that was now unwilling to give oxygen to those who might have deserved it. Birdys mottle TX pulled up on the other end of Cumber street followed by a much nicer version. Both mottles pulled to a screeching stop in front of Birdys large apartment complex.
Birdy in her long skirt and chained corset emerged from the first car, and from the second my long lost childhood enemy sir Key. His long dark curly locks of hair lashed in the wind, as he eyed Birdy,She smiled costing Key a grin. As they walked into Birdy's apartment hand in hand, the single white rose fell from my hand. At that moment my heart was the equivalent of broken glass. Slowly my hand that once held the rose touched the area that used to have a perfect heart, that now is in literal pieces. I am a broken man and my fiancee most not know of the night on Cumber street and what she thinks as he dirty secret.
