1 - The Crow -

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 The crow soared higher, until she reached the top branches, her beady eyes searching for movement. She was hungry and had chicks to feed. There was a slight chill in the morning air and she was eager to return to her young.  

The smell of the foliage and pine nuts filled the forest air with a sweetness as the crow flew lower, stopping to rest on a branch

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The smell of the foliage and pine nuts filled the forest air with a sweetness as the crow flew lower, stopping to rest on a branch.

In the distance, an outline of a person caught her eye, dragging something behind them. The wind wailed and the trees rustled their branches in anger, wanting them to leave their domain.  

  

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The clawing of dirt and the shuffle of breaking branches met her ears, as the crow flew down to a lower branch straining to get a better view.

She turned, seeing them leave and caught the look of their eyes, almost glowing in deep hollowed sockets within the darkness of their hooded sweatshirt concealing their features, that seemed empty of emotion filled with a deep blackness that haunted the crow.  Cold with fear she almost fell from the branch. 

 As the person departed, the echo of their van filled the spaces behind until only silence remained, the trees relieved their voices had been heard but it was just an illusion.  

The crow let her eyes follow the vehicle's retreat, until it's only proof of existence was the dark smoke and acrid smell of exhaust that filled the air

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The crow let her eyes follow the vehicle's retreat, until it's only proof of existence was the dark smoke and acrid smell of exhaust that filled the air. Soon even that dispersed and with the coming rain, the treads lost their path, as the downpour that ensued washed all traces away.

She stretched her body and strained to see where the person had been and flew closer in curiosity.  As the hungry crow found a comfortable perch, the stench of death greeted her. The full moon shone it's light on the macabre sight beneath. There would be no need to search for food again; for a very long time.

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I have dedicated this chapter to @Monrosey as she likes to be frightened sometimes by the characters in her stories and throw a few surprises on the way.

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