They nestled in the branches of the dying oak out back – dark ink blots staining the bright sky. Only one had perched there at first, but another crow arrived each day to join the growing flock.

Watching them, he envisioned her, smiling grimly.

“Soon,” he thought, “we’ll have a murder.”

A recovering lawyer, Liam MacDonald has had many thoughts – dark and light – nest in his head. Writing them down is one way he enables them to take flight.