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Literary Fiction
(Fic)
Of Birds and Men
by Shirley Holder Platt


Phoebe, the daughter of an ornithologist, has led a normal life until nightmares turn her world upside down. Has she buried a memory, or is it something else? "Sounds interesting!"

Chapter 1

Some days I wished my therapist insisted that I lie on a couch like they do in the movies. This was one of those days. My body ached, my head throbbed, and I longed to close my eyes and block out the world. Sarah (she insisted we communicate on a first name basis) s...





Chapter 2

James is in the kitchen when I get home. The house smells of simmering onions and tomato sauce. His specialty dish is spaghetti. When I walk into the kitchen, I find him singing along to a Sonny and Cher song from the seventies. He’s wearing one of my aprons o...





Chapter 3

I am irritable and my head hurts the next day. I have papers to grade and have a tough time concentrating. James brings a cup of tea into my office space and kisses me on the forehead.

“You had another one last night,” he says. He’s Captain O...





Chapter 4

James is on the phone with Wren when I come home from the grocery store the next day. He smiles and kisses my cheek as I unload my reusable bags into the pantry. He always smiles when he talks to Wren. Sometimes, I wonder if he would have been happier had he met her...





Chapter 5

I am standing on my parent’s front porch and squeezing James’ hand hard enough that he’s grimacing.

“Let up, champ,” he says moments before my mother opens the door. She’s smiling that smile she has that tells me she’s...





Chapter 6

The first person I see coming into the kitchen is my brother. The lanky, emo brother I remember has been replaced by a tall, dark man with broad shoulders, wavy dark brown hair, and a poker face. I’m so angry I can’t speak. My mom trills a hello and hugs...





Chapter 7

I’m back in Dr. Sarah’s office sitting on the floral chair I always occupy when I’m talking to her. She’s filling out some paperwork at her desk with her back to me, so I use the time to look around her office. The walls are painted a calming...





Chapter 8

I last saw Dr. Sarah a week ago. School work has kept me busy for several days, but I’ve kept a notepad with me at all times, scribbling memories as they float up for me. Martin occupies a lot of my thoughts. I don’t understand why the rest of my family ...





Chapter 9

I’m having lunch with my dad today and I’m early, so I slip into the auditorium where he’s teaching. The lights are low and he’s showing slides of whooping cranes. A memory arises, so I search through my bag for the notepad and scribble the b...





Chapter 10

I can’t get the look on Dad’s face out of my head the next day, so I call my sister and invite myself over. She’s happy for me to come, especially if I’ll bring a couple of items from the store that she needs. As I pick up a box of sugary cer...





Chapter 11

“Rebel, You’re like an hour late,” I say as I open the door to my friend and she squeezes past me with her hands full of a hot pot of soup.

“Sorry, got caught up in a project. And, by the way, no one calls me Rebel anymore. I’m ba...





Chapter 12

When I tell Wren about my evening with Rebel, my sister wants in on the fun and insists the three of us get together for a girl’s night out. I agree but put her off for a week until James has another late work night. I get to the bar and grill early and order ...





Chapter 13

The ringing of my cell phone wakes James and me up at the crack of dawn the next morning. James rolls over and pulls a pillow over his head. He loves to sleep late when he can. I reach for the phone and fumble around until I am able to answer and decipher who’...





Chapter 14

Wren doesn’t believe Rebel’s story about pretending to be interested in Martin to elicit information for us.

“She talked about how good-looking he is. Then she was totally obsessed with him at the bar. I don’t think she touched the food...





Chapter 15

Monday arrives after what seems like years. I kiss James goodbye at the door and pad to my computer for my morning classes. My mind is anywhere but on Algebra II, but I do the best I can under the circumstances. The kids can’t tell the difference. They are mak...





Chapter 16

He starts with, “Girls, you have to understand…”

I jump in with both feet and tell him, “No, we don’t have to understand anything.” I’m going to tell him how angry I am, but Wren stops me again.

“I can see that...





Chapter 17

Wren’s home is built for comfort and children. There’s nothing to knock off a table. The chairs and sofa are deliciously soft while somehow maintaining enough strength to keep you from sinking into their depths. She turns on soft jazz as soon as we walk ...





Chapter 18

Unlike my dad, who claims to have known he wanted to study birds from the time he was five years old and found a stunned chickadee below his bedroom window, I have always loved numbers. I majored in mathematics with a minor in statistics. I would have majored in sta...





Chapter 19

Tears fill my eyes and I have difficulty staying on the road. My body shakes, and my grip on the steering wheel is turning my knuckles white. I thought we were in love. I thought sex was still new and exciting. When did he start to think I was boring? How could Rebe...





Chapter 20

While I slept, someone covered me with a soft blanket. I push it off my legs and shuffle down the hallway to the guest bathroom. The woman in the mirror stares at me with a blank expression. She appears to have gone a round in the ring with life and been soundly def...





Chapter 21

I know that I am wallowing in self-pity, but I can’t find the energy to do more than lie in bed for the next couple of days. Wren comes in on my third day of staying in her guest room. She’s carrying a steaming cup of tea.

“Morning, Phoebe. I...





Chapter 22

Before nightfall, my condition worsened. My head felt as if it would burst from the internal pounding, and my stomach rolled and had me dry heaving when I moved. I called to Wren, and she brought a thermometer in. My temperature was a little over one hundred and two...





Chapter 23

Wren let me sleep until ten the next morning. She took a couple of steps into the room and said my name. When I opened my bleary eyes, she smiled and asked if I felt good enough for her to open the curtains and let some sunlight into the room. I nodded, and she stro...





Chapter 24

It broke my heart to walk into my home. I’d bought the bungalow a year before meeting James, but he’d been with me for the majority of the time I’d spent living in the place. He was everywhere I turned. Thankfully, Wren is a no-nonsense woman. She ...





Chapter 25

I’m so miserable at the close of the day, that I drive over to my parents’ house for dinner. Since I have a standing invitation from Dad but haven’t told him I’m on my way, I stop and buy a rotisserie chicken, potato salad, and a bag of salad...






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