The Parade

The parade

  He glances out the window, revealing people lined streets below, cheering crowds anticipating the parade. Pigeons along phone-lines mimic the crowd. Their roosts give perfect vantage of the oncoming procession, as does his. One last bite of sandwich and a quick smoke to relax. Below, the sound of engines and sirens passing by, he leans out and fires three rapid shots, pigeons take flight and Dealey Plaza falls silent.