252 wordsThere are crows gathering on the road side when her scooter skidded over on black ice, like they'd been waiting for the next wipe-out. When she sat up and shook her head the crows had dispersed, not exploding outward in a flurry of feathers and cawing as they were apt to do in the presence of a disturbance, but simply gone as if the
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