Voices April November 18, 2019August 22, 2020 by Gabby Colangelo Spring’s out and the lake’s so clear you can see duck feet waddling. It’s 2:35 on Sunday and the Serpentine is littered with birds and blue plastic boats sketching ripples across the water. Out on the lake most boats press on unevenly, one person paddling. A man rows by with two small children, twins: identical jeans, striped shirts, life jackets. They’re strapped into their seats but can see everything, everything: they shriek as their father paddles towards the ducks. The ducks swim away. Some have green heads and grey bodies. Some glide casually, pushing behind them with legs like frogs, stretching their necks miles from the water wings tucked neatly to their sides. Close to the edge of the lake where the bread-bits gather a small duck throws his head underwater. Six inches away on the concrete a pigeon eyes a piece of cracker. He sticks a foot in the water. Behind him, a little girl falls off her scooter and starts to cry. All right, then. All right. On we go. The pigeon trots off in the other direction, towards the food-car, the line, the sweet warm almonds. Share this Facebook Messenger Twitter Pinterest Linkedin Whatsapp Email Reddit You might be interested in I AM PRIDE CORP November 18, 2019August 22, 2020 The Herald’s Top Ten TV Shows of the Decade November 18, 2019August 22, 2020 Grave Beliefs November 18, 2019August 22, 2020 Leave a Reply Cancel reply