Playground Tiff

Unused swings wobble in the breeze.
An disheveled man, can in hand, chases a pigeon,
staggering,
burning fury in his bloodshot eyes.
The taunting bird hops in a large circle until, bored, it hauls itself airborne.
The man collapses to the turf.
‘Cheater!’ he cries. ‘It’s your turn to push!’