WebbedMildredWebbed3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her name was Mildred. This was unusual. Mildred had never met another bird named Mildred. Come to think of it, Mildred had never met another bird named anything so perhaps the surprising thing here was that Mildred had a name at all. As a general rule, all other birds were called 'That One Over There' or variations on this theme: 'That Big One Over There', 'That One On Her Nest Over There', 'That Bat-Shit Crazy One Over There', 'That One I Want To Fuck Over There' but Mildred had always been just 'Mildred', no locational clause required. This was because Mildred had been born in a cage and, as a chick, had regularly been picked up and fondled by large, pink, fleshy hands that smelt of food and rubber gloves and something acidic and painful. The hands had named Mildred 'Mildred' and had told her this fact so many times that now Mildred repeated these two clumsy syllables to the world at regular intervals.