It was a Wednesday, when Riley saw the dead pigeon. Unlike her friend who was with her at the time and openly expressed her disgust and discomfort, Riley felt a happiness that seemed to fill her entire being with pure and complete satisfaction.
Riley did not ever feel this way before, and she began to create opportunities like this, whereby she could see the carcass of a rotting pigeon and feel alive at the sight of the death of a helpless bird.
Four Wednesdays later, when Riley’s mother knocked on her bedroom door, she expected the usual sight of her daughter sleeping soundly in her blue bed.
Instead, she was greeted by the sight of Riley’s corpse floating in a pool of blood, surrounded by numerous pigeon feathers.