I saw a rook sitting on the end of my bench. Fair enough, a rook can sit where a rook wants, so long as it acts in a respectable manner, just like the rest of us. I continued to eat my sandwich (peanut butter, cheese, and chicken) and thought no more of it.

“Sarah left me.” said the rook, clearly.

“Sorry what?” I looked round to see the rook. He continued gazing into the morning haze.

“She up and left. I suppose I brought it upon myself really.”

“How?”

“The whole business with… well never mind. Life’s complicated isn’t it.”

I looked down at my sandwich, at the bench and the children playing, at the faded gazebo and the cold river. “Yes, it is.” I replied.

“No matter.” The rook sighed, and took flight.