A shadow crosses the windshield. I look up – a raven looks back over its shoulder. “Follow me” it says. I think I want to go back to my tent, forget the world for a few more days. But something makes me follow the raven.
Out of the dark woods men emerge, blood on their hands. Swastikas on their rifles, a Klu they are not shooting for food.
Down the mountain the raven leads, through New York, Pennsylvania, Delaware, Maryland, around the Beltway. It lands atop a white dome.
Below, the streets are full of righteous children chanting “never more.”
Written for the weekly prompt at Carrot Ranch:
March 1, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a raven. It can be in nature or used to describe humanity as a metaphor. Follow the bird. Go where the prompt leads.
Respond by March 6, 2018, to be included in the compilation (published March 7). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!
Barrier Island Blues 
Lets hope the children are successful and “never more.”
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The Raven, he always has a message doesn’t he?
Indeed!
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This is what I appreciate about literary art — it lets us chase the bird and contemplate the details of the stories we try to understand. A good piece of literary art, Nicole.
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Thank you, Charli.
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Always follow the raven. Great story here!
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