Six Sentence Sunday, 3 July 2011 (The Shape-shifter’s Tale)

When I met Max, I was a boy, which is not to say that I’m a boy right now. I was black-haired, hazel-eyed, six feet tall and burly: a good look, a safe look for that afternoon and evening. I put on the best skin for walking the city, and often it’s safer to change sex. To be inconspicuous as a man, it’s important to have been inconspicuous as a woman, and I am a little brown sparrow of a person. I was a sparrow this morning. That still shows in the way my brain is hopping from place to place: quick, sharp, beating my wings against the brisk wind, throwing my shadow on the sidewalk below.

Special thanks to my writing buddy Devin Harnois for telling me about the wonders of Six Sentence Sunday.