One way to say he’s sorry


The flamingo was a gift from Tomás.

That was typical of him – romantic to the bone but without an ounce of common sense.

It was meant as a gift of repentance, I knew.  But where was I going to keep it?  How would I feed it?  Clean up after it?  Birds aren’t the most tidy of animals.

It was a beautiful creature, no doubt about it.  Just like the woman Tomás took to bed last week.

I gave the flamingo away to the Cougar Mountain zoo.

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