Epilogue
Joe woke up. He was in a hospital. The nurse looked at him.
"Pigeon…"he stuttered.
"What the hell's a pigeon, boy? Now you get some rest. Then we'll get you some food. You've been in a coma for three weeks."
Joe looked up. He had succeeded. He felt free. Suddenly a voice called him.
"Joe."
Joe looked at the ceiling. In a moment he would start screaming.
"It's the Goldfish…"
This epic novelette was inspired by the countless amounts of pigeons one finds in all capital cities of the world, ranging from London to Valletta. I hate pigeons.