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Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
The 13th Morrigan
by Suzanne Madron
She woke to the sound of wings beating against the windows. Outside, the world was black with large birds. Their shouts filled the air, sounding like a hunting call. They flew to the windowsill and stared in at her, their expressions quizzical and impatient.
She jumped out of bed and closed the curtains against the judgemental, shiny black stares. Without looking, she pulled on clothes and left her apartment. The birds would be waiting for her outside, she knew, but she had stayed locked in her place for the last week and she needed to get out.
As soon as her feet hit the sidewalk a large crow landed in front of her. The trees surrounding her building were filled with corvids, all of them watching her in silence.
“What the hell do you want from me?” she yelled at them.
The bird in front of her seemed to smile as it looked to its comrades in the trees. Eleven more of the larger birds soared to the ground, surrounding her.
“Don’t you remember who you are?” the first crow asked.
She stared at the birds and felt a tingling sensation spreading over her body. She shook her head.
The birds around her spread their wings until the tips all touched, creating a circle. In a blink, there were women surrounding her instead of crows. They raised their faces to the sky and emitted a strangely harmonic song. The birds in the trees joined them, and she felt herself changing.
Memories flooded her mind, and she raised her face to the sky and raised her own voice to those of the black-clad women’s song. They had work to do.
Fiction © Copyright Suzanne Madron
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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