The Passing of Crows (part 4)

The man Michael finished his shaving and brushing his teeth. He climbed the stairs back to his little attic room and was getting dressed in his going to the pub clothes when he realized Holly wasn't laying in the little alcove where the sun peeped in this time of the morning. Not yet alarmed, but curious, the man Michael, went laboriously down the two flights of stairs to the kitchen, thinking perhaps Holly had gotten hungry or thirsty and had hunted up her bowls.

But still no Holly. Michael looked around the entire downstairs, even called Holly's name, but no Holly. Concern turned to alarm, and at that moment, standing in the kitchen he looked out the window above the sink and saw the funny, broken garden shed still laying on it's side. Thinking the worst, the man Michael went out and started looking all around the garden shed, hoping against hope that Holly hadn't wandered out during the storm and been crushed by the shed like the Wicked Witch of the West.

Inside the garden shed, the Something watched and listened to the man Michael calling Holly's name. The Something knew that the call was full of alarm, almost panic. And the Something felt the love that was behind the panic and marveled that such a creature as a man could have such deep feelings. The Something wondered if all these creatures felt such deep emotions, and what those emotions would make them do. But still the Something knew there was nothing that could be done for Holly, at least not by the man Michael.

By now the man Michael's panic was full blown and he knew something was not right. He also knew that what appeared to be a garden shed contained something more, something not quite right. To scared to do anything, the man Michael retreated to the house, picked up his hat and find his way to the pub, even though it was only a Tuesday.

(now to wunderlust)