THE BLUE DOVE
Sharon Fogarty, (c) 2007
There once was a man who was very lonely. Each day, he left his apartment, and walked around his small town, but didn’t really talk to many people. He thought he was smarter than everyone and everyone he met seemed interested in small talk. Small talk was something the man could not grasp.

He knew that he needed some kind of company, but he wasn’t sure of what sort. One day, he was on his usual route and noticed that a new pet store had opened in his neighborhood. He was confused because he had never noticed them building, renovating or moving in. Rather, the pet store seemed to have suddenly appeared, but of course, there was always lots of developments going on in this small town. The man entered the store which smelled of cedar and sea weed. There were kittens, puppies, gold fish, finches, ferrets and snakes. He asked the saleswoman, “What do you have that’s quiet?”
The woman went into the back office and was gone for about five minutes. The man felt angry that she took so long. When she finally returned, she carried a bird cage which held a blue dove.
“This is a blue dove,” she told the man. “She doesn’t have much to say but she’s very sweet and gentle.”
“How much is she?” asked the man.
“You can take her as my gift.”
“I’m not sure if she’s exactly right,” said the man. “She looks a bit like a parrot, or a jay. She’s unusual.”

“You can always bring her back,” said the woman.
The man took the dove in its cage and made his way home. It was getting close to dinner time. The man heated some soup from a can and made two pieces of toast with cheese. He sat with his dinner in front of the cage and watched the blue dove. He pondered on her appearance, her feathers, beak and feet and listened to her occasional low cooing. He still wasn’t sure if she was exactly right. But then again, he hadn’t had much experience with birds.
He poured her feed into the little blue dish inside of the cage and filled her water bottle. The blue dove side stepped awkwardly towards the feed bowel as the old man observed, “Not too graceful, are you?” he said.
Then the blue dove drank the water as she was very thirsty. The man observed her behavior and wondered if it bordered on gluttony. Still, she had the most unusual color, the largest deepest eyes and a cooing that soothed him to sleep.
The man nodded off in front of the cage and dreamt that he was flying. He was holding his bowl of soup in his hand and feeling it pull him around the sky. This scared the man because he seemed to be traveling so high above the ground.
“Don’t be afraid, my love” said the blue dove who in his dream was able to speak.
“It’s too high,” said the man.
“I’ll take care of you,” said the dove.
The dream continued and the man found himself soaring close to the top of the ocean. He reached his hand out and felt the soft feathery wings of the blue dove. He knew that he would be safe with her.

The grandfather clock chimed and the man woke up from his nap. He saw that the blue dove was sleeping, her beak nestled in her crest. She snored as quietly as a kitten’s purr.
“Wake up!” said the man. The blue dove woke to stare at the man.
The next day the man went out of his walk and stopped into the pet store again.
“How’s the blue dove getting along?” asked the saleswoman.
“I’m still not sure she’s right for me,” said the man. “She sleeps a lot.”
“Maybe she just needs attention,” said the saleswoman.
“I don’t have much of that,” said the man.
“Here, I’ll give you a mirror so she can look at herself.”
The man took the mirror from the saleswoman and went home. He made some tea than put the mirror into the cage so that the blue dove could see herself. Immediately the blue dove preened in front of the mirror and spent the next hour molting and cleaning her feathers until they gleamed.

“That’s vanity for you,” said the man.
These words made the bird stop preening and cleaning. She returned to the middle of her perch and put her head down.
“I don’t suppose you understand me,” said the man.
The dove cooed softly.
“No, you’re not very smart.”
The dove cooed again. She teetered over to her mirror and turned it towards the man so he could see himself.
“Bad bird!” said the man, and he took the mirror out of the cage.
The next day, the man returned the mirror to the pet store. The saleswoman asked how the dove was doing.
“She’s odd. I’m still not sure she’s right,” said the man.
“Well, what are you looking for in a pet? The dove is beautiful and sweet. Do you need something more interactive? Like a puppy?”
“God, no” said the old man. “I don’t want to do that much work.”
“Well, the dove sounds perfect to me,” said the saleswoman. “Here are some chimes to hang in her cage. She’ll like playing with them and the sound will be pleasant.”
“I’m not sure” mumbled the man who took the chimes and walked out of the store. When he got home the bird was watching her shadow against the wall. She stretched her wings fully, creating the image of an angel on the wall.

“That’s enough!” said the man who frightened the dove into stillness. The man reached into the cage and hung the chimes from the top wire. The bird played the chimes with her beak, creating a beautiful song, sad and sweet.
The man sat with a bag of potato chips and a large beer. He munched on the chips and let his thoughts wander as he listened to the dove’s song. He finished his beer and his mind again drifted into a dream.
In his dream, he was standing by a lake next to a beautiful woman with large, sad eyes. She wore a blue gown.
“Why can’t you love me?” said the woman.
“You’re not just right,” said the man.
The woman dove into the lake, became a fish and swam away.
“No!” said the man. He wanted to dive in after her but he was too frightened. He woke up with a jolt.
“See what you did?” said the man to the bird who could only stare inquisitively. She had stopped playing the chimes and rocked nervously from side to side until the man went off to bed.
The next day, the man was in a particularly bad mood. He had lost his cigarettes and went into a panic. They were not in their usual place by the kitchen window. He searched high and low until an hour had passed and his addiction had a strong grip on him. He screamed at the bird, “What have you done to them?” But she could only stare in reply. It was at that moment, however, that the man remembered he had taken his cigarettes into the bathroom.
“Stupid bird,” he said to the dove.
The man lit up a cigarette than lay down in his bed. He took several long drags at a time from the cigarette, closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
His dream took him to a dark house. He knocked on the door and a witch opened it.
“I’m hungry and freezing,” he said to the witch.
“Come inside, my pet. Sit by the fire.” She led him in and gave him the most delicious tasting potato soup. The fire was warm and he got very close. He finished his soup very quickly and asked for some more. This made the witch very angry. She grabbed her broom and started to hit the man.
“Get out! Get out!” she screamed. The loud shouting woke the man up from his dream. He heard the dove shouting “Ow, ow!!! Ow, ow!!!”
“What the…” it was at this moment that the man realized that his bed was on fire. The blanket was aflame and the sheets were burning quickly. He got up and ran to the bathroom, filled a bucket with water and doused the flame.
He ran into the living room where the bird stood frightened, her head lowered.
“Are you a good bird? Or a bad bird?” said the man. The dove stared into his eyes as if trying to see his brain behind them.
The man slammed the door as he left. It was only late afternoon, too early for dinner, and he was craving the soup that the witch had given him in his dream. He stopped at a coffee shop and ordered chicken soup, apple pie and coffee, then took the contents over to the pet store.
“Does she like the wind chimes?” asked the saleswoman.

“I don’t know,” said the man. “I don’t know what she likes. I’m still not sure if she’s right for me.”
“I see,” said the saleswoman. “Well, feel free to return her anytime and I’ll replace her with another pet. We just want our pets to find a good home. But it has to be the right fit.”
“Yes, I’m not sure if she’s the right fit,” said the man.
“Well, by now you should know if she’s friendly, pleasant, or a good companion.”
“I don’t know,” said the man.
“Here, give her this.” The saleswoman handed him a plastic container. Inside the container was a worm. “Birds love worms.”
“Okay. Looks nasty,” said the man who took the worm and left the store.
At home, the man drank his soup and ate his apple pie while staring at the bird.
“How come you’re all blue?” he asked the dove who cooed in response. “You’re not perfect, that’s for sure.” The bird cooed again and hung her head down.
“Almost forgot,” said the man. “Here, from the pet lady.” He opened the cage door and dropped the worm inside the cage. “Well, don’t just stare at it! Eat it!” The man took his spoon and rattled it against the blue dove’s cage which frightened her. He reached in again and with his spoon, placed the squirmy worm on top of her feed dish. He stared and stared but the dove would not go near the worm.
“Eat the worm, you stupid bird!” said the man who now stood over the cage.
He had not realized that he had left open the door to her cage and at this moment, the dove flew out of the cage, then out of the kitchen window into the night.
“No!” cried the man. “Come back! Come back! Here bird! Here, here pretty bird!” but she was lost into the forest never to be seen again.
It had started raining and the man ran out to the pet store. At first he didn’t see it, maybe it was closed for the evening. Had he run past it? He thought he must have been confused and ran down the wrong street in the rain, but block after block, the pet store was no where to be found.
With rain streaming down his tear stained face he returned to the apartment and looked at the open cage. For the next few days, the worm lived in the cage, living off some of the bird feed and water, paying no attention to the man. One morning, the man looked into the cage and saw that the worm had shriveled up and died.

~ T H E E N D ~