Day 14

Visual Prompt:

Pencil Vs Camera by Ben Heine

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Their wings rustle through the sky as night falls, just a shadow barely seen in the corner of your eye as they sleep beneath door cracks and through opened windows. Even the light can’t catch their sleek bodies, quick eyes, sharp beaks.

          They only go to the ones who have been marked. They only take the ones that have been completed.

          He sits in his window and watches the murder fragment as each of its pieces drops to its destination. The only one in the world who sees. The only one who knows.

          He holds out his hand as one swoops close and it perches on his arm, watching him with its inky, clever eyes. A thick, brass key hangs on a dark ribbon from its beak.

          He touches the teeth still warm from the life it held. That one would have taken half a century or more to make. He wonders what his will look like when it’s all said and done.

          The crow flaps its wings and jerks its head.

          ‘I know,’ he says. ‘Not yet.’