(This post was written for the Clarity of Night “Silhouette Short Fiction writing contest. Using the image given below, a piece had to be written in not more than 250 words. Though I failed to make it through, I did receive encouraging as well as intricate advice from fellow contesters regarding my way of writing. You can view this post on the Clarity of Night blog here.)
I glance down. Branches, leaves, flowers blend into one another, allowing me to perceive a haze of rich foliage. The talons grip nothing but ether as I flex it, and air it is that cocoons my anatomy as I accelerate.
The twilight sun settles in the distance, and my stomach rumbles with unrelenting hunger. What is the euphonious twittering in the distance to me?
The mellifluous music of an appetite being quelled…
Nay, do not mistake me for the cynical murderer, the cold blooded wielder of a scythe. Nature has its delights, but it leaves the individual to fend for itself.
Few powerful flaps of my wings, and I can discern a sparrow. It titters on, cloaked in the envelope of ominous oblivion.
Its kin spot me, and the pitch switches on to a more harried tenor. The sparrow has arched its little, pathetic wings, but even as it knows, its end shall engulf it in an ephemeral moment.
The crimson liquid flows over my talons, all around me are the sickening shrieks of “Murder!” and the rustling of a thousand feathers making an exodus for their lives.
The ambience echoes normalcy after a while.
* * *
“Come on!” Sam wrenched my arm. The lifeless eyes of the old woman mirrored my own terror-stricken ones.
“I t-thought…s-she had… gun…” The bag of cash in my hands felt as if it harboured lead.
“Doesn’t matter…come on….your daughter…remember?”
Lily swam into focus, the ECGs and the ICU with it.
“Yeah. Let’s go.”