• Cathryn Grant

1-Minute Fiction: Defeat

She walked briskly, inhaling the pre-dawn air. Ahead on the path stood a crow. His eyes bored into her. She slowed, advancing cautiously, certain her presence would frighten him. The bird hopped toward her, its lethal beak pointed directly at her.


She turned and walked the other way, defeated. A moment later, the thick sound of beating wings was overhead. A draft of air engulfed her as several birds swooped toward her head.

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