Witch of The Woods

The Crow

It was a balmy, autumn day. The sun shined brightly with little wispy clouds floating by. Colorful leaves played in the light breeze and danced along the ground. They crunched under the man's heavy shoes as he walked towards his parked car. He ignored their brilliant color and the beauty of the day as he hurried to his car with a brief case in one hand and his breakfast in the other. He chomped down on his bagel with cream cheese, quickening his pace as his car came in to view.