“What’s the name of the ship, Em?” Sophie asks me for the billionth time, her dark eyes darting from one end of the marina ...

After Miss Martha finished her story, I stared at her in disbelief, unable to think of anything to say. Louis put his hand on ...

“Several weeks ago,” Miss Martha began, “The Natural History Museum of Los Angeles County’s Ornithology Department contacted me to investigate a suspicious black-market bidding ...

The sudden sight of the flamingo caused me to hyperventilate, and I lost consciousness. When I came to, I was lying on the living ...

My head shook in disbelief at the sight of the flamingo; all the while, my brain created plausible scenarios that overtook any rational thought ...

You draw my will out Through my skin. It sits, Dewy opals, On the curves of my neck Until you scoop it away With ...

“Are these feathers from the flamingo you’re keeping?” I gave a stern look to Miss Martha and Louis while my fingers tightly gripped the ...

Sometimes in the car, or in the moments before falling asleep, a recollection of him appeared. Maybe it was because I saw someone in ...

We all jumped the minute we heard the honk, and our coffee spilled over the floor and sofa. I noticed that Miss Martha and ...

“These were the most wonderful birds I had ever seen,” Miss Martha explained while she gave us coffee. “I had once thought of them ...