Threads that Bind

Play the hand you’re dealt, the saying went, but George Vale never put much stock in that. Fate had dealt him an awful hand, and he didn’t have a play to make, never had. Scrawny, with bland, unattractive features, he’d been ignored by his father, bullied at school, and pushed aside by the go-getters in…

Jess rolled another piece of bread into a hard pellet, placed it between thumb and forefinger and took aim. The shot was accurate and the startled pigeons sudden panic sent the whole flock into the air. Moments later, they returned to eating the crumbs as if nothing had happened. “Stupid birds,” she said under her breath as she prepared another pellet. “Why do you torment them?”  She shrugged…