Crows

Crows.

They never forget a face.

I ran down the driveway, hands covering my head and my backpack bumping my back. "Not today, Satan, not today!" I whispered fiercely.

The bird soared overhead, cawing aggressively. It dived down, one of its wings brushing my head as its obsidian claws missed my ear by an inch. Another one sat on the branch of the oak, teasing me with its screech.

I darted to the end of the driveway. The lazy black birds never followed me across the road. Salvation was near!

The crow swooped overhead, attempting to give me a... present. It missed me as I darted across the road.

I didn't check both ways.

Was it deliberate? Would they do it on purpose? They were stronger than usual in their attacks today.

'H O W D I D  T H E Y  K N O W ? '

A speeding driver, in a flashy white Mercedes. Only focused on going forward.

Me, a stumbling little klutz just trying to cross the street, to catch the bus, and to avoid the vengeful crows.

Collision.

Pain, beyond anything I had ever imagined.

Black spots. Bleeding. Screaming from the people walking their dog across the street. The driver speeding off as if nothing had happened.

The last thing I heard was the croaky laugh of the crows, delighted on seeing that their plan worked successfully.

Then.

Black.