I hike to the hilltop for sunset and interrupt a murder. Hoarse cries of distress signal my arrival. Air buffets my face as inky clouds fill the sky. In moments, there is nothing left except a single black feather at my feet. It makes a jaunty addition to my hat.
Fiona is a mathematician and new writer. Visit her website at fionahevans.com.au or find her on Twitter at @FionaHEvans.
Very neat. I was fooled until the last minute and I love the closing line .
Thank you, Elizabeth 🙂
Loved the line “Air buffets my face as inky clouds fill the sky.” Great ending!
Thanks so much, Ruth!
I love the collective noun imagination :) and the word ‘jaunty’ !
Thanks, Adam!
Love it!