Photo Story: Seasonal Monogamy

Image of a duck quacking on a lawn.At the park we watch the sunset turn muddled purple, like a bruise.

He says, “Did you know ducks are only partners for a season?”

I shake my head and tug off an oily hunk of croissant, tossing it to the birds at the edge of the water. I know I shouldn’t, bread is bad for their stomachs, but I do it anyway, watching the feverish scramble for crumbs.

A phone buzzes, his wife, silenced but thrumming alive between us.

My eyes lock on a luminescent green duck floating across the water. I can’t tell if he’s coming or going.


Rachel Cain is a writer from Portland, Oregon. Her work can be found in the 008 edition of Buckman Journal.

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