One Dead Crow

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a flash fiction prequel for the story I am planning on writing for NaNoWriMo 2020.

Cover image: Tim Mossholder on Unsplash.

One Dead Crow

“Okay, Gerrard. I can see that you’re worried so one of us will be over to take a look.” Simon Geary hung up the phone and looked at Brede, his junior partner. “That someone will be you, I think.”

“Okay. What’s the problem?” Brede slipped off her green coat and pulled on her jacket.

“Gerrard Collins has got a dead crow in his garden.” Simon watched her expression.

“A dead crow? You’re sending me out as a corpse collector, then.” Far from impressed, Brede pulled on her boots. She was familiar with the Collins garden, and her shoes would be ruined.

“Yep, he’s very insistent that there is something odd about it so you’d better go and take a look.

In less than ten minutes, Brede parked the vehicle outside Gerrard’s house. He opened the door with a comment that was sure to get them off to a bad start. “So Simon didn’t think it was worth his time. I might have guessed.”

“It’s not that, Mr Collins. The surgery is booked out. I can’t stay long, so would you mind showing me the body.”

Gerrard Collins led the way to the back garden. There, about half way from the house and the far wall lay a crow, it’s wings spread out on either side of it as though it were in flight.

“Did you hear any gunshots?” Brede made her way towards the body.

“No, not a sound. And there were no planes or helicopters flying by either,” he said, pre-empting her next question.

Brede scanned the back of the body, looking for signs of blood or some other kind of injury. Her first impression was that there was nothing to see so she reached out her hands and carefully turned the bird over.

It’s eyes, although lifeless were clear. No signs there of avian flu, and the throat seemed clear too. “Could you tell me what exactly happened?”

“Well, it was up there flying across the sky, perfectly normally, and then suddenly it seemed to lose its bearings, tilting one way then the other before it just dropped.”

“It fell out of the sky. Okay, have you moved the bird at all?”

“You must be joking. I got straight onto the phone to your boss.”

Brede shuffled her way forwards, let her fingers explore between the feathers. Poison? That was a possibility, but the bird did not look sick at all. “Tell me, Mr Collins, was it alive when it hit the ground.”

The man shook his head. “As dead then as it is now.”

“Okay, well I don’t think there’s anything to worry about. If you have touched the bird,” she said, wrapping the corpse carefully in plastic sheeting, “make sure you give your hands a good scrubbing. I’ll take this back to the surgery and see what the boss thinks.”

Brede placed the bird in the back of the jeep and pulled away. She had a good idea what her boss would say, but she couldn’t get rid of the feeling of unease that was gripping her. Something was wrong about the scene, the crow; the problem was that she couldn’t quite put her finger on what.

 


Submitted: October 24, 2020

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Mike S.

It's like I always say, beware the dead crow--okay, I don't, but excellent tale none the less, Hull

Sat, October 24th, 2020 7:15pm

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Thanks, Mike!

Sun, October 25th, 2020 7:08am

Joe Stuart

Yes, Hully. That ending should attract inquisitive readers to read what will follow.

Sat, October 24th, 2020 9:16pm

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Thanks, Joe. Hopefully I'll be able to drum up enough enthusiasm to commit to a month of intensive writing.

Sun, October 25th, 2020 7:07am

Robert Helliger

A well written crow story, Hull.

Sat, October 24th, 2020 10:31pm

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Thanks so much, Robert.

Sun, October 25th, 2020 7:06am

ratwood2

and we have to wait a whole month for the sequel... torture, pure torture.

Sun, October 25th, 2020 1:10pm

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Not at all. I'll post it as I write it, if I go ahead, starting November 1. Thanks for reading, ratwood2.

Sun, October 25th, 2020 7:05am

CTPlatt

What a great opening. Look forward to hearing what happens next!

Wed, October 28th, 2020 12:47pm

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Thanks, CT. I have been doing a month of planning exercises for this one, but if anything it has made me even more nervous about taking up the 50,000 word challenge.

Fri, October 30th, 2020 9:55am

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