He stared at the open door with sickening dread. Had he been robbed? Had the landlord shown up? He nervously approached the yawning frame. No, he had been careless, left it open. Peering inside there was only darkness. He had let it out. A wren lay, pristine and bloodless, one wing spread open across the threshold. A sign, he knew what it meant. The bird was just the first. Now it was loose in the world. It was his fault. He went next door and knocked gingerly.
“Hi Sarah, have you seen my cat? She’s gotten loose again.”