Feed the birds?

I've been on a short story-writing kick. The one that I'm posting today is for my buddy, Nicoleo, who met me in the parking lot the other day and started the conversation by saying, "Buddy, a strange thing happened to me this morning. Let me tell you about it." As it turns out, Nicoleo was walking down the street, thinking of food (she is often thinking of food; she is hungry much of the time), when something landed on her shoulder. What was it, you ask? The answer is bread. Yep, that's