The Sunbird
It was fifteen days since I had locked my little ground floor apartment, which was in the lightly wooded campus of a University, and had gone on vacation. On my return I found that the small balcony at the back of my apartment had been encroached upon by a most unsuspecting visitor. A small-time architect had decided to build himself a house and had most indiscreetly taken possession of my balcony. To my great surprise, not only had he completed the construction in so short a period of time, but had also started living in it along with his family. Despite the fact that he was an intruder, I could not help but enjoy his rather elusive company. He seemed to me a rather handsome and smart fellow, dressed in his shiny black coat which frequently caught the rays of the sun and broke into shades of purple, green and blue; almost every time he popped in and out of his house. I started leaving my balcony door open so I could have the pleasure of watching him come and go. After all, it i...
