(Photo courtesy of DB McNicol via Pixabay )
The crow was no more different than any crow could or would have been, when in a state of tiredness. It’s cawing, though, was a bit out of both sync and strength. The sound emanating from within the beaks resembled a string tension produced by a bad violin.
The wretched bird had chosen to position itself in the most hazardous part of the road – right in the middle of a four lane freeway where vehicles were whizzing past in a whirring and screeching frenzy. Anis, vaulted over the railing separating the highway from the meadows and sprinted across towards the weak bird.
The crow made no attempt to move away at the sight of the approaching Anis. Stooping down, he tenderly picked up the bird and moved away towards a deserted shack. Anis however felt a subtle change in the contours of the bird. The body seemed to be hardening. A chill ran down his spine as the crow looked him in the eye and seemed to smile maliciously. As he desperately tried to ‘drop’ the crow down, it metamorphosed into a sleek Sig Sauer P210 firearm and with its muzzle pointing right under Anis’ chin, it went ‘BOOM!’
(Word Count: 200)
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