A little bird fell through the chimney, came sputtering out of the fireplace, refused to go out the door, flew into my room, and has either slept for three days straight or curled up and died. And now every time I go to put on a boot I'm afraid of stepping into a bird corpse. So if I seem a little on edge it's because I've either found the bird or I haven't found the bird.
My name is Nasreen. I write micro essays, one-liners, and other small things. Most of them were funny at some point, at least to me.