The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Nadia Corin
Strange that this bird of night should glow with such vibrancy. I stared at it for some time, and it
only stared back. My gaze did not deter it or make it take flight. It seemed sad as it looked upon
me, as it if regret filled its mind. It had a gentleness to the way it seemed to speak without
words. I felt its warmth and its empathy in my heart.
I nodded to the peaceful owl and continued my nightly walk. Another bright light caught my
gaze, but it was too late. Rubber skidded against the pavement with a screech. I wasn’t sure
what happened at first, but as I lay on the road looking up at that watchful owl, it blinked its
eyes and flew away.