The Key
She had been chasing it all day. Now, the crow had it.
Time was ticking. Time was running out. She tiptoed towards the creature, seeing the
precious key it held precariously in its sharp, cruel beak. It let out an irritating, throaty
cackle, its soot-black wings ruffling gently as it manoeuvred itself on top of the clock;
it was ready to take flight.
precious key it held precariously in its sharp, cruel beak. It let out an irritating, throaty
cackle, its soot-black wings ruffling gently as it manoeuvred itself on top of the clock;
it was ready to take flight.
Knowing she might only have a few seconds before her opportunity disappeared,
she took another cautious step forward. Time seemed to slow, her body tingled in
excitement and her heart thudded in her chest. It was now or never…
she took another cautious step forward. Time seemed to slow, her body tingled in
excitement and her heart thudded in her chest. It was now or never…