Birds of A Feather
Her eyes widened in horror.
The sounds that left Onion and Radish were constant nasal honking as if they grunted and growled, demanding she pay compensation for making them both frightened, or perhaps in search of revenge because she robbed them of their royal residence.
They were too loud in the silent night.
She also realized that it had to be Azrael who named the birds.
“Oh, dear…”
Anna whispered with erratic breaths.
If the flamingos she saw in the painting were dreamlike, the ones who blessed her in real life were the very epitome of a nightmare.
She leaned on the desk, desperately pulling the telephone towards her using such a force that could have given Theodore a heart attack.
But she could not remain at ease, the noises filled her mind and seeped into her soul in the form of true fear.
Anna swallowed hard as she picked the receiver of the telephone. Her fingers were numb as she clumsily pressed the buttons.