CORVUS

The old front porch wooden door— swings opens- revealing a kind of dark, & tall shadowy ghostly figure. Martha steps back, and gasps. “Greg is that really you?” But Greg does not respond…Martha now simply stays in one fixed point, as her body trembles from the sight of a trail of Greg’s blood that is oozing out of his ears, nose, mouth, including his eyes.

Martha finally out of nowhere hears something in the back of her head telling her to run~as fast as her Olympic gold medal marathon legs can go in a matter of decaseconds.

#CORVUS.

Mardi, 20.05.2025