Found a crow feather on the porch this morning.
Just one, laid right near the step like somebody meant to leave it there. Probably ordinary. Probably wind, or a bird shaking itself out on the railing. That is the sensible answer.
Still, I stood there with my coffee getting cold, staring at it like it was a message I was supposed to know how to read.
That is the problem with writing strange little stories. After a while the world starts leaving props around and acting innocent.
I’m keeping it on my desk for now.
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