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A Gathering of Crows

A Bridgeton tale.

 The clientele  Dawn included stared towards the front of the shop; just as the middle pane exploded inwards. Glass splinters shattered and scattered. The cake house became silent. People stared. A crow stood in the broken window frame.Thenarrowbeak bobbed, the wingsflapped aggressively.It Cawed, raising its head as it did so.Another Crow came, Thenanother, and another. They stood there. Looking in at the people sitting at their tables aggressively claiming their demesne; their heads motionless. Their three lobed eyes black blinking, greasy grey black. All three stared directly at Dawn. Then suddenly they rose. One at a time, they circled inside the shop. Flying low, scratching at the heads of the clientele as they did so.Cutting the soft skin with theirrazor sharp talons.With a squeal, Dizzy ducked, as one attacked her hair.While another went for an old gentleman sitting by the entrance; as the third, once it had completed its circuit, stood on the counter staring at Dawn. Blinking its black eyes.Then they flew out, one at a time. 
             The following silence was numbing. 
             ‘-Me god’s’ said one. 
             ‘-That be bad. Said another. 
             A third silently wept in shock. 

Andrew David Hunt (1967 - present)  was born in the  U.K county of West Sussex.  From a very early age, he had a love of reading and writing  fantasy and fiction. 
 Despite having been diagnosed with both dyslexia and dyspraxia late in life, he went on to attain a Ba-honours in English language and literature. He has written and  self published  a collection of short stories  entitled "Dark Whispers" a screenplay of R.L. Stevenson's "the Beach of Falesá"  as well as two books of poetry.  "sequential creation" and "the little book of sonnets". He currently resides in the UK county of Devon. 

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