The Crow Brides (IV)

The girl was the crow king’s now. She should not have any memory of human things. And yet, she did. The sky flowers had sparked something. Fireworks meant something. As Sumi watched the fireworks rocket and bloom again and again a spindle of red light stretched from the ground like a thin rope reaching out…

The Crow Brides (III)

Crow brides did not dream. Their sleep was an empty void. Sumi woke each morning feeling the same as when she’d fallen asleep. She wondered if crow brides truly slept at all and if it made a difference. At least while she slept Sumi wasn’t weighed down by the lives that had sustained hers for…

The Crow Brides (II)

A tiny heartbeat with ferocity inside the mottled breast; Sumi could feel the minute vibrations through her clumsy fingers, more talon than flesh. From her beak she passed a mealworm to the thrush chick she’d found that morning. It had no idea how lucky it was. Sumi had chanced to rise with the dawn and…