Tuesday, August 28, 2012
I was in grade school at the time and we were on our summer vacation.
"Why are those birds flying like that?", I asked.
"Those are buzzards and they are circling the dead.", was my step-father's response. "They are waiting for something on the ground to die so they can eat the it."
I watched the creatures until they were out of my field of vision.
I remembered the moment as I watched a group of large black birds circle over the Crossroads Mall.
Posted by HPLovecraft at 8/28/2012 11:01:00 PM ::