Lee Peverett
Stories (1/0)
The Tracer
Three days I think. It has been three days since I woke up in this room. How long I had spent unconscious here beforehand? I do not know. Three days spent with no food, no drink, no sign of life other than the occasional bird darting past the small window in the roof. At one point, a crow landed by the window, hearing my screams for help, glanced down and saw me there, hands tied to a timber beam over my head, wearing the same clothes that I had arrived in, matted blood on the hair at the back of my head from the blow that struck me down. I’m not sure what I was expecting it to do but whether it was through not understanding me or having more pressing matters to attend to, the crow took flight and went about its day.
By Lee Peverett3 years ago in Criminal