by Réka Nyitrai

A woodpecker moves in next door. My wife gets pregnant and gives birth to a descent of woodpeckers. As soon as she brings them home they start to tap on our skulls. Whenever they find a soft part, there they create small feeding holes. They feed on our memories, mainly the good ones. In no time at all we find ourselves living in a never-ending present, punctuated by the fierce tap tap tapping of the chicks’ beaks. With no remaining shared memories, all we can do is divorce. Did you know in certain places, woodpeckers are associated with bad luck?