Two

“You are not paralyzed, I am not a mute,” said the dead branch to a one-winged dove.  “If you wish, you could go and leave this place.”

“And you,” she asked.

“I am still here, but not anymore, not at all.”

“How come,” she said and her single wing twitched.

“The story is long, and I no longer know it,” he rasped.

“Ah,” sighed the bird and turned her head away.