“Everywhere she went, she saw another omen, or another sign of something that did not fully congeal with reality as she had always understood it. Simple things, like the way crows were always staring at her, or the cockroach that crawled out of a frozen microwave meal packet, or the violent thunder that began one night, after a sweltering summer that had seen next to no rain.”
Check out my short (and very weird) horror story ‘A Murder of Crows’. It’s available FOR FREE on Dread Imaginings. So click that link and give it a read!
The works of T. Emma Sturk 