Raven

 

 

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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!

March 1: Flash Fiction Challenge