Murder of Crows. Aak fictionspawn

Murder

This is the third part of a circular trilogy. The other two parts are called Empty Funeral and Scavengers. They can all be read individually and in any order.

He looked out of the window. The crows were uneasy tonight. They seemed nervous by some reason, jumping between the branches of the dead tree outside. They always gathered around his house, but today they seemed to be more. 

He poured himself a drink from a whiskey bottle, picked up a book and sat down. Outside he heard the crows caw. They were usually silent at this hour. Every once in while he looked up towards the window, wondering what was wrong.

He heard a sound down stairs… (more)

Crows screaming danger. Aak fictionspawn

Scavengers

This story is connected to yesterday’s post Empty Funeral. They can be read individually and in any order.

He opened the hatch and threw the garbage bag into the container. He looked up on the old house on the end of the road. It was dark. No light in the window on the second floor. Not anymore. The crows were sitting in the tree as always. He felt they were staring at him.

They saw me go up there.

Walking up towards his house, he looked over his shoulder. He had left the front gate open. He was sure he had closed it.

He turned and walked back down. He couldn’t leave it open, there were so much strange things going on these days. Horrible people. People like him… (more)

Crows watching a funeral. Aak fictionspawn

Empty Funeral

No one showed up at the funeral. The church was empty, only the priest and the coffin. The grave digger was standing by the door. The silence was striking, every move the priest made echoed through the big hall.

They pulled the coffin out on a trolley. The graveyard was empty as well. Every once in a while a car drove by on the road on the other side of the field. Crows were gathering in the skies as they walked down towards the far side, down by the fence… (more)

Crows in a tree. Aak fictionspawn

Gathering of the Crows

On a treetop in the country side the crows had gathered. All the clans in the area was represented. They had come from the hills, from the oat fields, from the city. Once there had been only one clan, living by the same rules, the same way. Now only the hill clans kept the ways of the old.

Their ways were threatened.

-The destruction by the Handed Ones have reached the limits of the Hill Crows’ territory. The trees are dying. Our prey are more and more scarce.

-We live off the Handed Ones, Blue said. He was the spokesman of the Scavengers, one of the city clans. – You are welcome to come to the city, but I must warn you. It’s not a good way of life. What seemed to be a never ending source of food and resources have turned out to be the doom of our ways, our dignity. Disease is flourishing, rats are ravaging our nests… (more)