In Which No Crows Were Harmed
‘Corvus Dementicus, commonly mad crow, is normally a solitary possessed avian,’ intoned the Deacon while Pearl Barley, trainee exorcist took notes. ‘However if they do flock then we have a situation.’
Pearl nodded..
‘A murder of mad crows has gathered in Middle Pollip. Ms Barley this one is for you.’
The Deacon’s evil little smile made Pearl wonder if it might be in need of exorcising.
As she stood by the bus stop her hair curled round her eyes. ‘Don’t worry, sweetie, I’ll help.’
That’ll be a first, thought Pearl. Ever since Martha Mellows’ spirit had taken residence in her follicles following an ambiguous seance, her hair had been virtually untameable.
The crows were clearly a public nuisance, turning summersaults and pecking out Cher songs on passing milk floats. As Pearl watched, a group of six broke away to guano-bomb a peripatetic vicar.
Pearl hesitated, but her hair wasn’t so fazed. French plaiting with speed and precision it sent two distraction buns to confuse the nearest crow while her crown self-afro’ed itself disrupting the flock’s gyroscope. The birds hesitated as fast-moving dreadlocks reeled them in.
Back at the Exordome, Pearl interviewed the lead crow. ‘I don’t know what came over me.’
Pearl nodded. ‘Corvids are prone to any Standard Possession. With Rooks it’s banshees, hence the racket. Jackdaws…’
The crow scowled. ‘Those bloody Jackdaws get us a bad name.’
‘It’s not their fault. Kleptospirits love them. Always after little shiny things.’
‘And us?’
‘Poltergeists. That’s why you love a prank when possessed. We can help, you know.’
The crow leaned forward. ‘That would be great, only…’
‘Yes?’
‘You couldn’t give us another week, could you? It’s been such fun.’
Hilarious!
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thanks Di
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You crack me up!
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I shall never look at my hair the same again. And kleptospirits – a stroke of other-worldy wordy genius.
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I know there’s something like them around given how much goes missing: cufflinks, random tools, essential pieces of coffee percolators, children…
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LOL. You gotta watch out for the guano-bombing crows singing Cher tunes!
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I know. Cher, for pete’s sake. Have they no taste.
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I am so glad that I was alert enough to put my coffee cup down on a firm surface as soon as I saw the heroine of the piece’s name pop up. 🙂 Your ability to string together words and thoughts is moving quickly from extremely good to something that resembles a magnificent fireworks display making topical, funny faces in the sky. I’m guessing this is what happens when you work at your craft on a daily basis! Only you could come up with this entire tale, its lexicon and characters!
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Sometimes like Pooh I sits and thinks and sometimes I just sits…
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I hope the Oxford Dictionary scouts will pick up guano-bomb
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It would be good if it was more widely spread…
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🙂
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loved it😂😂
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Thanks
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As usual great fun 😉
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I’m relieved no crows were harmed to bring this bit of humor!
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I’m careful only to craft humane, responsible, organic, plastic free, gender sensitive, politically ambiguous and bio-degradable stories on my blog.
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It’s amazing you have any words left to write so right with!
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A deep hopefully infinite well…
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