The Objects Entries 27

 

Antique & Vintage Instruments

 

And a story, The Chicken, that has been on my mind ever since I read it three days ago,

As I was walking down Stanton Street early one Sunday morning, I saw a chicken a few yards ahead of me. I was walking faster than the chicken, so I gradually caught up. By the time we approached Eighteenth Avenue, I was close behind. The chicken, turned south on Eighteenth. At the fourth house along, it turned in at the walk, hopped up the front steps, and rapped sharply on the metal storm door with its beak. After a moment, the door opened and the chicken went in.

Taken from the first story in True Tales Of American Life, edited by Paul Auster.

 

 

 

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