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Act Five Chapter forty nine
Bye bye Maxie Moon
-‘Flocks of dunlin and starlings, wheeling as one soul’-
Maxie narrating
When the tide is high, which looks like nearly always here, flocks of wader birds arrive in circling swarms. Criminal immigrants, like me, in the waterlogged parks. Illegally colonizing the earth, between the sandbanked middle class suburb, the decrepit blocks of flats, and the ex industrial estate.
Flocks of dunlin and starlings, wheeling as one soul.
Flights of curlew with their wonky beaks.
Leaning out the gaping window, I listen long for their lonely whistles.
I’ve been waiting in this ninth floor flat for five hours.
Being a terrorist is no fun. Continue reading “Serial of The Free Ch 49. Bye Bye Maxie Moon”









