Olive bought “Breeze’s Wild Birdseed” from the corner store. It cost her twenty-five dollars for a small sack (or a large bag) of seed. She would go without eating butter and a few other treats for a week so that the cost of the birdseed didn’t pinch too much. It was worth it. “It’s cheaper than keeping a dog or a cat,” she would say. “I love my sparrows and a bag of seed lasts a month.”
It was a dull morning. Dark rain clouds blocked the sun. In fact it was quite dark. Olive went out to the waiting sparrows. She noticed something. It was terrifying. All the sparrows stared at her. But something was different. Their eyes glowed red – like each had a lamp in their head. It was demonic. They didn’t come to the seed. They simply perched on the fence in a row and glared with their red florescent eyes. Olive went inside and shut the door. She drew the curtains.
There was a knock on the door. Olive did not answer. She was lying dead on the carpet. Outside the waiting sparrows had gone and the last lot of birdseed was untouched.
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