This was inspired by a walk through my neighborhood this morning, when I walked through a flock of crows. It was so creepy that dozens of them fell silent and just . . . watched . . . me, like they knew they had me outnumbered, and, uh, out-beaked, I guess.
I wondered what I would do if they decided to go all The Birds on me, and started writing.
I was going to call this “Murder” but I thought it would sort of spoil the ending, so I decided to pay homage to Poe.
I pictured a man in a cowboy hat wearing a low-slung pistol in this story. I think your juxtaposition of the name ‘Roland’ and black birds triggered the “Dark Tower” section of my brain.
This is so good. You did a wonderful job portraying what was happening. As I read what was going on I pictured a young teenage boy walking along a path and coming upon a flock of crows not scattering as he walked through them, but instead watching his every move in an extremely creepy way. And then, all of a sudden he feels a gust of wind swirling around him and at the same moment the crows take off swarming him. I’m sure that’s exactly what you were trying to portray too. Very creepy.
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