The Crow Eating the Tires

There was a raven sitting on the housing of the rear passenger side tire, ripping merrily away at it and swallowing the shreds go show. The previous day had been her last day at the architectural firm before parental leave. She left brandon a note asking him to please, please clean it up. Hugs, kisses, and went in for a nap. When they put their heads up again, crista was four months old and strident in some actual opinions about important human things. And the world looked different. In retrospect, neither jess nor brandon remembered that specific stinking pooh in the face of so much more of it. A crow eating the tires was mostly memorable