The Friday Picture Show – Week 1

The Ghost
He was merely a shadow in the clouded moonlight. I went to the window but he was gone. I took my jacket and emerged into the cool autumn night. The TV screamed; a classic Hitchcockian soundtrack.
That was who I saw, but how?
A flutter of wings exploded from treetops as I stepped into the woods, tracking another glimpse of him.
His silhouette filled the space where the trail wandered from the forest, a hefty frame.
He turned to me, “Do enjoy The Birds.” With that, he disappeared, replaced instead by a murder of crows, cawing in the still night.

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