Lost Bird (Otherwise Untitled)
#214 of Short Stories
A pigeon considers consequences.
~ The pigeon let out an exasperated sigh, glancing between his comms device and the fifth identical hallway of the orbital station. His options were essentially two in number, and he couldn't decide between the one involving getting to his quarters and thusly bed sooner, or persisting in his attempt to navigate the labyrinth using just his own reckoning.
~ Holding up his comms device for consideration, "Ugggghhhh... I can already hear all the jokes tomorrow on shift, about 'homing' and being a failure of a pigeon...", followed by a sequence of indiscernible moans before he pocketed the device to resume his quest.