The day was hot and humid, just right, for the humans to sit inside in their underpants and watch the magic box. Outside, the scorching sun shone with magnanimous force on all of creation. It sure was a hot afternoon. Thana flapped her wings with a waning determination, the sun almost blinding her vision. When she felt she was going to faint from the heat, she flew downwards, and onto a branch of a mahogany tree.
Can you forgive an old man?
She blocked out the voices, and looked around to see where she was. On one side of the tree vast orchids stood magnificently, showing off their enormous branches and all. On the other side stood a hut, poorly built, and a group of children playing with a thick branch and a berry of sorts. She never had understood humans, and she had long given up trying. So she tried to focus on the need of the moment; a shade, which she now had, thanks to the almighty, a small nap, and water. But there was no sight of water anywhere. So she decided to nap now and search for water later. As she closed her eyes, the face of her father came to her, and a lone tear trickled down her beak. Thana was soon sound asleep.
YOU ARE READING
Noir.
SpiritualeThe tale of the thirsty crow, one we heard of since the beginning of time. But things are never as simple as they seem, are they?
