The Phoenix, an original flash fiction by Kim Smith OliBac / Foter / Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) “It’s a rooster,” Danny said. “A regular old rooster.” “Nuh uh,” I told him. “It’s a phoenix. That’s a magical bird if ever there was one.” “Magical how? They crow, they eat, they poop, and they roost.” “Just watch him,” I said. “He’s got that crown of color on his head, like a king.” “Crown? You’re nuts. That’s a cocks’ comb.” “Bet you if we follow him around long enough he’ll lead us to his pyre.” “What’s a pyre?”

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