Crows

Almost every day of my bedrest crows came to haunt me. They curled their talons and straightened their black cloaks on the bare winter branches outside my window. They stared in my room with sinister eyes and cawed menacingly. I trembled. There was no roadkill in my room for them to eat.
Whose death were they waiting for?

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The Home Inspector

Sometimes I want to hide in the middle of the Home Inspection, because Jesus has a fat notebook full of problems we’ll have to fix eventually. I wish he would just leave and not come back. Who can handle a project this big?

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