Black Bird Blue

A sweet tale of death and birthdays.

Photo by Alex Totaro on Unsplash

The crow dropped off the wire, tumbling down through the spot where the crack of a .22 rifle bounced off the barn and mashed up with a little girl’s scream. The bird heard neither. It hit the ground in a puff of dust as the old man whirled around.

“What did I tell you about comin’ round here? You git! Git home right now!”