Out on a Limb

by Hannah Bonam-Young

“They go for my leg every time. I don’t know if it’s because it’s shiny and they like that, or if geese are just little ableist fucks, but they’re always trying to attack me.”

“We make a good team,” Sarah says, pushing Bo’s shoulder. “It’s because I do as I’m told,” Bo whispers into my ear. “Yeah, you’re a very good boy,” I whisper back, patting his cheek.