One by one, my ravens come. Their blackened talons scrape a shiver of anticipation up my ancient spine. Trapped down here, they are my eyes. I gave them human skin. I had only the power to create a thin illusion. A closer look would reveal a flash of black beak and oily feather. But the mortals never look. Sitting in… Read it
Alice is mother of two boys, wife and police officer. She is currently completing a writing course. She loves to read and from this has developed a love of writing. She works in London and frequently travels on the tube.