Daily story, January 20, 2025

On the day he finally caught a pigeon, he realised he had no idea what to do with it. Better hold on to it, he thought. Just in case. It flapped and wriggled and shat in his hands, but if he let go, it would fly away, and it would all be for nothing. One day somebody asked if it had a name. No, he said. It’s not mine. I’m just holding on to it until I work out what to do with it.