Amy Matthews

Ruby's Crow

Ruby Thomas stood at the edge of her back porch, content while watching the sun ascend from the mountains behind her blooming garden; it had been a long while since she had enjoyed a peaceful sunrise. A light breeze carried the smell of lilacs from beyond the hill leading to a meadow behind her small house deep in the woods. Reminiscing the day she happened to stumble upon this beautiful land, she sat under a woven basket, leaning against a thick beam, swinging her feet above the ground where dandelions danced. She knew from the single calendar she had, that she had only called this place home for about seven and a half lonely years. Lonely wasn’t quite the right word, she had made friends from visitors of course. Especially one of a crow.