Mary noted a plethora of voices, but couldn’t pinpoint what the attendees were observing.
As the group gradually dispersed, a lone figure remained. Overlooking the body sprawled over cement. Repeatedly tugging at its lifeless limbs. Decidedly letting go.
Hit and run? Car? Bicycle? No witnesses stepped forward to report.
An ominous stranger arrived, scaring away the last mourner.
One magpie was unceremoniously scooped up, dumped into a receptacle. Sidewalk cleaned, as if nothing had happened.
Mary closed her living room blinds.