A lot of animal stories again this month. Welcome to the second half of the halfway point of Flash August Fiction. It’s all downhill from here. Thanks for your interest, your reading, your listening, your sharing and restacking.
Three crows are chatting on an electric line overlooking a parking lot at a declining family owned grocery store.
“My dad used to tell me about some good old days, or something, when this place used to be hopping with the people, and it was pretty easy to pick up some grub in the back.” One of the crows said.
“I still prefer it to that big box place down the road.” Says another. “One old bird I know was poking at a sandwich, and God knows that they’re doing to their food, but he hasn’t been the same since, he’s all slow and kind of dumb, and it seems like he has brain fog.”
“Even here at this place, it’s a lot like eating nothing sometimes.” Says the third crow. “I ate a lot of the stuff back in that dumpster one day, and I was full, but still hungry as heck just an hour later.”
The first crow responds, “There’s still nothing like a good old-fashioned road kill.” All three of them erupt with a chorus of caws in agreement.
Crow number three asks, “What’s the plan for the rest of the day?”
“I wanna go see that lady with the chickens, sometime those dried crickets and worms she throws in there end up outside the prison, I like those.” Says one crow.
“Yeah, that will be in an hour or so, that’s always a good time. I feel sorry for those gals in there, though.” Says the other.
“I feel sorry for the odd field mouse that sometimes finds their way into that place, good God, those girls are brutal.” They all rattle and click with approval.
As they overlook the scene, they see a customer has let spill some things from their bag, and something rolls under the vehicle. They take flight and circle the scene, waiting for the car to leave. As it drives away, they descend, to scope the scene.
“Oh my goodness! We scored! Cherries!” One of them yells, and they quickly dive to the surface and begin snacking.
“Oh man, they’re fresh and everything.” Say a crow.
“These would be great with crickets and worms.” Says another.
“I’d say it’s time to go see that crazy lady and her prisoners. Let’s take them a few cherries.”
The End
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