Effie's Empire

A lone dove, white as an angel, flies across the sky. As it glides and soars, it feels a tug beneath its wings. It looks down, and a single tear slips along its fine feathered face. It watches the droplet all the way to the ground, through low-hanging clouds and maneuvering trees, until it lands gracefully on a small green flower, in a small green pot, on a blood-stained windowsill. The dove wavers in the air for just a second before flying far from the house. Though it feels guilt, it doesn't look back.