The birds were behaving strangely, though they had no cause to do so because everything else seemed completely normal, but when I stepped outside my door a crow dropped onto my shoulder and stared into my right eye, as if trying to tell me something important, which was ludicrous, at least on the surface, though, if I’m honest, I’ve always suspected crows were smart, and this one certainly was as it started directing me by deafening me with its caws when I turned the wrong way, so to save my ears I followed its cues all the way to a spaceship that had landed in the baseball diamond at the local park and disgorged purple aliens that looked like grapes that the birds were trying to eat, while dodging laser beams, until I shooed the aliens back into their ship, whereupon they flew away, while the crow on my shoulder said, “Good job, human.”
Thanks to Kim Smyth for her first line prompt, “The birds were behaving strangely.” It certainly led to a story that’s a little strange. I’ll craft a one-sentence story for you if you give me a first line prompt, or just three random words (preferably, one should be an abstract noun) . Just leave it in the comments!
For a moment you scared the crap out of me. Crows feast on my sweetsop tree in Jamaica. They are bullies. They bully the other birds that we feed and so they stay away, and the crows would get all of the food. We find other ways to feed the other birds. Lol. Love the end.
What’s so strange about that? 😉