05-21-2014, 06:26 PM
Sunday
Marie is terrified. That's what Verna can hear under her let's face it not very good verbal equivalent of a poker face. That laugh was the popping laugh of someone who doesn't know what she's going to do. Who's in a grip of panic.
When Verna does call Marie back…
Well maybe she'll sound different then.
Monday
There's nothing 'right' about a dead sparrow stuck beneath your windshield wipers and the drive on the highway didn't do the creature's remnants any favor. It looks decidedly ruffled, though as she prises it away (not easy without lifting the windshield wiper off of it, not unless she wants feathers and …what-not .. left behind) and it finally slides down her car's nose and then stops and then she has to poke it further away with the stick she'll notice that it seems to be missing its legs.
Double-checking her wind-shield and the area around her wind-shield wipers won't reveal any scaly little bird talons.
Good look tells her they were cut off or taken off smoothly or maybe the bird never had them but there's a mark and…
… Verna gets a feeling, easily put down (perhaps) to the situation, but it's stronger than one might expect. Like wasps are walking along the inside of her skin up and down dragging their stingers across her veins and nerves but they've lost the power to sting they're just cold dead things. The closer she gets to the bird the stronger the sense is.
If Verna were superstitious, she'd say it had an aura of dread.
Marie is terrified. That's what Verna can hear under her let's face it not very good verbal equivalent of a poker face. That laugh was the popping laugh of someone who doesn't know what she's going to do. Who's in a grip of panic.
When Verna does call Marie back…
Well maybe she'll sound different then.
Monday
There's nothing 'right' about a dead sparrow stuck beneath your windshield wipers and the drive on the highway didn't do the creature's remnants any favor. It looks decidedly ruffled, though as she prises it away (not easy without lifting the windshield wiper off of it, not unless she wants feathers and …what-not .. left behind) and it finally slides down her car's nose and then stops and then she has to poke it further away with the stick she'll notice that it seems to be missing its legs.
Double-checking her wind-shield and the area around her wind-shield wipers won't reveal any scaly little bird talons.
Good look tells her they were cut off or taken off smoothly or maybe the bird never had them but there's a mark and…
… Verna gets a feeling, easily put down (perhaps) to the situation, but it's stronger than one might expect. Like wasps are walking along the inside of her skin up and down dragging their stingers across her veins and nerves but they've lost the power to sting they're just cold dead things. The closer she gets to the bird the stronger the sense is.
If Verna were superstitious, she'd say it had an aura of dread.