Three Line Tales : A murder of crows

three line tales week 91: a raven at Stonehenge for Halloween

photo by Julien Laurent via Unsplash

 

Feathers flutter in the wind – a parade of crow’s wings, a pair nailed to each fence post, blue black dancing over the churned earth.

Daw knows the farmer who owns the land, who shoots the crows. Grover his name is. The man never could bear to see anything beautiful fly, his instinct always to capture, to cage, to kill.

Grover had a wife didn’t he? Nancy. Not seen her for a long while.

 

Written for Three Line Tales. See the prompt pic and write a tale.

 

21 thoughts on “Three Line Tales : A murder of crows”

  1. Oh, exquisite! Love everything about this — the wordplay, the alliteration, the sting in the tail. (Even like the farmer’s name. I think!) So sparingly told too. Perfect. Especially for this time of year. 🙂

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    1. Well, maybe the MC is wrong – maybe Nancy did a runner, fed up of Grover’s abuse, but the horrible man is too ashamed to let anyone know and he’ll die alone and unloved, eaten by the crows he’s made his enemies. Too dark? 🙂

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  6. I try not to comment on too many of your posts – you have enough replies to compose without me adding to it – but I can’t resist. I thought the last one was good, but you’ve really excelled yourself with this delicious piece of nastiness. It’s exquisite to the power of at least a hundred.
    All the same – I hope they lock up that monster, Grover, and throw away the key. It’s in your hands… 🙂

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    1. Thank you so much Jane. I just remember seeing the crows’ wings nailed up somewhere and I know that farmers used to do this – part trophy part warning to other birds I suppose. But I do love any bird from the crow family, and a man who treats his wife as property … Well, you can guess which way I’d like the story to go. I think he dies deserted, pecked by the birds he persecuted. Thank you again for your feedback and support 🙂

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      2. One of the brightest bird groups I think, but often so closely associated with death and dark magic. I love to see them – love to hear them too! 🙂

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      3. I saw a pair of them going through a bin outside a motorway cafe once. They through everything aside until they reached a McDonald’s box. That’s what they were looking for. On second thoughts, maybe they’re not that intelligent… ☺😀😁

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