Writing Again

"Maybe they want to be us” my sister mused one morning as she lay on her belly in the living room, watching the crows out the cathedral window that let in enough light to have us sunning like cats, only half lucid in our laziness. “Maybe they want earrings and necklaces and fancy hats.” She rolled onto her back, stretching with a scowl. “But that’s stupid. I’d rather fly.”

Second round of edits sent off to the betas. Hopefully this story will be as well received where it is being submitted as it has been by the betas! Tightening up the writing a bit more with every round, and it is starting to look like a proper story as opposed to just ideas on paper.

I have always been fascinated by crows- they are intelligent and interesting and I find them rather beautiful. My mother finds them an image of foreboding. Through that disconnect, a story was born, and combined with stories of animal people and a bit of the magic in the number three.