The Swallow and the Crow

My hand was shaking violently while I poured more wine into my glass; the deep red splashing everywhere. Despite the situation being quite erratic I hardly remembered the reason I was drinking. A sentiment of déjà vu blinked around my body then quickly faded. What was it I was missing? Considering my options, I decided… Read more »

by MiaRobinson 8 months ago

My hand was shaking violently while I poured more wine into my glass; the deep red splashing everywhere. Despite the situation being quite erratic I hardly remembered the reason I was drinking.

A sentiment of déjà vu blinked around my body then quickly faded.

What was it I was missing?

Considering my options, I decided I would take a walk through the fields. A way to clear my head.

Arriving at the golden sea of wheat I stumbled through the dirt tracks. The wheat plants stood proudly stretched out, as if reaching to the sun while the sun shared rays to the wheat, making them glimmer with beauty.

The sky was a radiant azure; fully exposed as a result of the lack of clouds. It was warm and the whistle of the blue jays echoed in the atmosphere.

I watched as a swallow glided through the sky; peaceful, happy, free. It had beautiful Persian blue feathers that perched on the top of its round body and its wings were pointed. Its movements were swift and joyful as it cut through air.

Another bird appeared, a crow, moving ruthlessly and fast. Its feathers were a deep midnight black. A colour of darkness; an emblem of death.

Suddenly, the crow plummeted towards the swallow attacking it with force and the swallow fell down landing just out of my sight.

Running towards the landing place of the swallow I glared back up at the sky, searching for the crow but the crow had already flown off , hunting his next victim.

Still looking up at the sky to check if the crow was gone I tripped over something.

Briskly I got to my feet and looked down at what I had just tripped on.

Shock and horror made me feel sick as I backed away slowly.

As disturbing as it was, I couldn’t take my eyes of it. Millions of questions flew around my head like a tornado.

How?

Faint as I felt, I still staggered backwards, eyes still fixed on it.

Was it?

Yes, it definitely was.

A body.

Dead.

The body was very familiar, unfortunately I knew exactly why.

It was me.

I was there, dead, lifeless.

The longer I stared at it the more details I realised,

the more confused and horrified I grew.

I was laying on the ground, dead, the swallow in my hand.

I felt sick.

Finally I came to my senses and turned and ran.

Once I reached my house I hurried to the kitchen.

I poured myself a glass of red wine and gulped it down.

I’m dreaming, I must be dreaming.

My hand was shaking violently while I poured more wine into my glass; the deep red splashing everywhere. Despite the situation being quite erratic I hardly remembered the reason I was drinking.

A sentiment of déjà vu blinked around my body then quickly faded.

What was it I was missing?