Fiction: Blood and Feathers by Kristina Rafn

 

Kristina Rafn

 

When they pardoned him, they would laugh. As if he had committed a crime. As if the idea of clemency itself were a joke. As if, only one species could merit a concept as humane as reprieve.

Hedonistic cannibals that they were, they assumed they’d simply dine on the flesh of another sentient creature. He flexed his razor-sharp talons and ruffled his feathers in contentment. The ceremony was about to begin, and when they carried him up, he’d be ready.

 

Kristina Rafn is a part time substitute teacher full time misanthrope, from Northern Minnesota.

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