Friday, October 10, 2014

"Black Bird"

 
 
21 days until Halloween

 

"Black Bird"

Original Story

By: Stacey L. Bolin

Copyright: 10/10/14

 Music to set the mood.
 
Kim Logan, a women in her mid thirties sat upon her back deck, enjoying the morning sun and the refreshing taste of a cup of freshly brewed coffee. The morning was quiet and peaceful, when she was suddenly startled by a bird as black as night, that flew down and perched itself on the deck railing right in front of her. "I hate you! Shoo, get out of here...scram!" she yelled out trying to get the bird to flea. At that very moment she suddenly remembered why she hated black birds and what happened on that day many years ago.  

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            It was a cold wet rainy school day in late fall for younger brother Matthew who was 8 and sister alley, who was 6, but for Kim who was the oldest of the three and had just turned 15, had been complaining of a sore throat and her cheeks looked flushed. To her mother it appeared she was showing symptoms of a pending cold, but she didn't have a fever. None-the-less her mother decided it was best that she stay home so that whatever it was, would resolve sooner than later.   Kim was never one to miss school as she truly enjoyed it and hanging with friends, but she was feeling achy and knew that rest, quiet, and chicken noodle soup was always what Doctor Mom ordered, and she didn't mind taking the day to rest. Her favorite thing to do, when she stayed home from school was to lie on the couch that was in front of the picture window. She loved the feeling of the sun rays upon her face as she watched television, but today she would have to accept the feeling of warmth generated by the woodstove across the living room.

She got her pillow and her favorite blanket from her bed and wished her brother and sister a good day at school as they rushed out of the house to the waiting school bus parked in front of their driveway. Her mother waved good-bye to them at the door. It was her everyday routine before she too was out the door to work. Her father was a traveling business man, that spent more time on the road than at home, but with the new-fangled technology, he'd do his best to send his love through Skype at least twice a week. She sat up on the couch to see her mother wave to her before getting into her car. As she waited to see her mother pull out of the driveway, she was distracted by a black bird perch upon the wrought iron fence that framed their yard. How strange it was to her, to see any animal out in the pouring rain, but the old oak tree with a few remaining leaves on it was probably just enough to shelter it. She tried to imagine what it could be thinking about, never realizing that as she pondered her numerous thoughts, he mother had left without her noticing.

The sky was a cold dark gray and the sounds of thunder rolled in from a distant place as it worked on its arrival near her home. She stared at the Black Bird, "Why don't you fly out of the rain?" she thought. She could see the rain drops falling from its black beak. How strange it was, that it just sat there, almost like it was watching her watching it, from the window. The heavy rain make its feathers look glossy black that made it hard to determine where exactly its eyes were on its head. The wind began to pick up and tree leaves and debris tumbled across the lawn, some getting stuck against the fence, while other small pieces found its way through and out onto the road. The thunder grew louder with each flash of lighting that brightened the sky. Still the Black Bird stayed firmly perched on the fence in the heavy wind and rain.

It wasn't like Kim to allow her to be so caught up in something, unless it was a school project or while reading a book. Something about this soaking wet Black Bird was causing her to feel unsettled and almost fearful. "This is crazy...It's just a bird! You've seen birds a thousand times." she muttered to herself still peering out the window afraid to look away. Some how she felt that she wasn't watching it...it was watching her, but how? But why? She decided to turn and look at the clock on the wall, wanting to know what time it was and was hoping that when she'd turn around the creepy Black Bird will have flown away. She was in disbelief when she saw that this "Staring Contest", had lasted more than two hours and knew that it would be gone when she looked back out of the window.

She was relieved when her feeling was right, it was gone - then bam, she jumped back onto the floor. A bird had flown and hit the picture window with great force, but the glass remained intact. Her heart beat a mile a minute as she tried to catch her breath. She sat there for a moment. "Was it dead?" she wondered. Slowly she crept back onto the couch and then ever so cautiously peered over the top of the couch to see out the window. The Black Bird was now perched on the railing of the porch. It was at this moment, that she remembered an old tale that her late grandmother had once told her. That birds are drawn to energy and sometimes a home is filled with such an abundance of loving energy, they fly right into the glass, never seeing it there, causing them to fall to the ground, shake their head for a moment and then fly off to do something new.  But if a bird breaks through a window and dies, it would mean that someone in the home would die soon. She had asked her mother about this story that was told to her and it was met with a simple smile and a comment that grandmas mean well.

As she looked at the Black Bird, she watched has his eyes turned from black to hell fire red, then he flapped its wings and crashed itself over and over into the picture window. Kim threw herself from the couch back onto the floor, the wind screamed in unison with the thunder as the rain beat heavy on the roof. The Black Bird squelched and hissed as he flew hard against the window several time until the raindrops that found their way onto the window began to turn a bloody red color.

"GO AWAY!" Kim screamed, "GO AWAY!" The Black Bird continued to slam the window over and over as the storm outside grew, with each hit the blood smeared the window until a small crack began appear...it was only a matter of time.

To be continued....  
 

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