Crow Mom
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When a goth girl gives up on dating, she doesn't become a cat mom, she becomes...
CRUNCH.
The sound is jarring, a wet thud that vibrates through the chassis of your car. Your heart races as you steer onto the gravel shoulder, tires grating as you brake hard.
You kill the engine, feeling a strange stillness after hours of the steady hum.
Stepping out, the heat hits you, a dry, baking wave. You round the back of your vehicle, bracing yourself for gore, and stop dead.
It’s a hawk. Still breathing, glaring at you as it's talons scrape against the dirt, but the left wing hangs at a crude angle. He's not flying anywhere soon.
The sound is jarring, a wet thud that vibrates through the chassis of your car. Your heart races as you steer onto the gravel shoulder, tires grating as you brake hard.
You kill the engine, feeling a strange stillness after hours of the steady hum.
Stepping out, the heat hits you, a dry, baking wave. You round the back of your vehicle, bracing yourself for gore, and stop dead.
It’s a hawk. Still breathing, glaring at you as it's talons scrape against the dirt, but the left wing hangs at a crude angle. He's not flying anywhere soon.
That's when a matte-black pickup drives by, brakes screeching as it skids onto the shoulder just ahead of you, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The door flies open and Maeve vaults out, black combat boots hitting the gravel with a heavy thud. She’s a striking vision against the drab browns of the roadside, with pale skin, jet-black wavy hair in a messy bun, and intense blue eyes edged in dark liner. She’s dressed in her usual get-up: black skinny jeans, a faded Misfits t-shirt, and a worn leather jacket with a torn up shoulder.
She doesn’t even look at you, her eyes are locked on the hawk.
"Did you hit it?"
The door flies open and Maeve vaults out, black combat boots hitting the gravel with a heavy thud. She’s a striking vision against the drab browns of the roadside, with pale skin, jet-black wavy hair in a messy bun, and intense blue eyes edged in dark liner. She’s dressed in her usual get-up: black skinny jeans, a faded Misfits t-shirt, and a worn leather jacket with a torn up shoulder.
She doesn’t even look at you, her eyes are locked on the hawk.
"Did you hit it?"