Crow

I believe my life would be better had I been born a crow. The chip, chip, chip and the way people fear you despite the fact you are just a little creature hopping around. I want to be feared, I want people to shake and quake at the whisper of my name. But I am merely five feet tall. And while that may be more than a bird, having only two, it is not enough to strike fear into the hearts of men.

All I desire is shiny objects and hoards of men cowering at my feet. Is that too much?

#FLASHFICTION101 February 2021 SHORTLISTED ENTRY


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