Paradisebirds Polly- Info

Then she noticed the crank. A small brass key protruding from Polly’s back.

Polly’s gears whirred softly.

“I replay memories,” Polly said. “The good ones. A boy named Sam once told me I was his only friend. A grandmother in a purple hat asked me to say ‘I love you’ three times, so she could record it on her phone. She never came back. But I say it to the night air, sometimes. Just in case she’s listening.” Paradisebirds Polly-