Steering her car around the corner, tires screeching just missing a curb, she pulled into a parking spot with an abrupt stop. Getting out, shielding her head from the pouring rain with an old newspaper, she heard a crying sound. Lifting her eyes, she spotted a large, beady-eyed crow staring at her from a tree above. Suddenly, the ominous black bird dived straight for her- trying to run away from it, she tumbled to the ground. Getting up quickly while brushing leaves off, she picked up her pace toward the door.
This is the first part of my short story entitled, The Stranger. What does the crow represent in your life?
Will post more of the story later...Stay tuned.
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