It’s time for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers again. I apologize to my fellow fictioneers for having been a dawdling reviewer. I had so much work that I was too tired in the evenings to even read. This will go on for another week or three, but I’ll try to read as many of your stories as I can, I love this part of the Fictioneers routine, it is so interesting to see all the sparks of creativity one picture can ignite, and to have a little chat with the authors.
The task for the Friday Fictioneers is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
Come Away With Me
There is an adage, ‘The eyes are the windows to the soul.’
This here is a wild soul–untamed and free. The black eyes are like tunnels: dark, dangerous, and irresistible.
I watch the creature through the only window to the world my soul has. Watching me in return, its sharp beak comes closer and makes me flinch back. But instead of demanding favours—offered and accepted many times in the past—it brings me a feather.
“Come away with me,” the crow whispers with a husky voice.
I accept the gift. Amidst a flurry of black feathers we fly.
The title comes from this song. I’m having far too much fun with matching titles to my favourite songs.
Featured Image: Fliegende Krähe mit Feder, Frauenwinkel bei Hurden am Zürichsee 2011-11-17 14-49-42.jpg. By Roland zh (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons