by Andrew Siegrist Cristian Siallagan The woman tied the brick to the pedestal inside the broken birdcage. The brick was painted blue. She stood at the trestle bridge railing and dropped the cage when the wind calmed. The river was quiet before the splash. Cold ripples moved across the surface. She held her breath but still she couldn’t remember the song they sang as children when she chased her brother barefoot through the snow to scare away the winter wrens. She thought of