I wanted to post this one warm and raw. This week’s six-sentence story feels more like a poem, and I was afraid that if I sat with it any longer, I’d over-refine it into something it isn’t. So it’s a bit of a crossbreed… an experiment for the blog hop or something like that… The weekly writing challenge is hosted by GirlieOnTheEdge, and you can find links to other participants’ work through the link-up . Six Sentence Story #13 I was touched by a chirping bird with its wings tied behind its back, and for the first time in life I could smell spring without my throat closing up. In my delusions, I had hoped that I could catch this magnificent creature, make it drink from a cup on my windowsill, and snatch it for myself. Who knows, perhaps I could even teach it human tongue. However,…