Of Death in the Dark

I’m welcoming October with a bit of flash fiction with death in it. Since trees around these parts are celebrating the month by letting their leaves fall to their color-filled death, I thought it would be only proper to celebrate the autumnal end, which ensures a new beginning in spring.

“Of Death in the Dark”

Sitting by the fire, he asks Santa Muerte, “Would you October me strange?”

She says, “Crows whisper of death in the dark, a poet listens and howls of love alive.”

“Crows are cruel creatures, my lady.”

“No, crows are wise… poets valuable. Man’s a fool. Roasted fools taste so good!”

He tries ignoring the flames.

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the wee notes…

– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Flash 55 Plus).
Happy October, my Wicked Luvs!
– Yes, this one birthed a healthy giggle out of me (plus a cackle or three).

And these are the Poem Bits that inspired the wee tale:

poets-and-crows

fools

october-me-strange