Central Park at Lunch
Characters: Lil Ro, OTA Setting: Central Park Bench Content: Pidgeon shit. Summary: Ororo feeds the birds and thinks about life.
Nobody ever tells the birds what to do. Ok, well, maybe some people did, but since when did sky rats like these ever listen? They just fluttered down, cooed at you indignantly for not having enough crumbs and went their merry way. There were birds in this town who ate better than the bums. And they didn't have to worry about stupid things like cures for the common mutation, or saving the planet from gene manipulating psychopaths or any of a wide number of other things that 'Ro did not want to think about.
"Here birdy, birdy," she mumbled, but the birds didn't really care. They saw bread crumbs. That was all the call they needed, so there were birds around, cooing contentedly and squacking at each other.
She'd say her life was confusing, but at this point that felt a touch redundant really. Still, here she was. And, it was about time she started making some sense of it and decide where she stood in this whole mess.
"Where's a 'You are here' sign when a girl needs it?"