50 Word Stories: Raven

An oil-slick midnight, raven plumage crashed against velvet skin; she enraptured from the very first look.
But a beautiful visage does not a goddess make. Too late did I realise. By then, I lay in her tar-pit embrace. She was still my raven, but only in cackling voice.


2 thoughts on “50 Word Stories: Raven

  1. Reblogged this on A Whispered Wind and commented:
    Well-crafted 50 word story… who can resist anything dealing with ravens? Well, I cannot and this one does not disappoint! Oh the language, so perfectly put together! Yes, I am in awe!
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