The Crow & the Raven
by Meghan Sullivan
“A crow. How funny.”
“I don’t think that was a crow.”
“Do you know the story of the White Crow, Phoenix?" Robin's black eyes were small and beady and full of anger.
“There are white crows?”
“A snow-white crow was left by the god Apollo to watch over his love, Coronis. But she cheated on him. Betrayed him. He could never forgive her. Never! So you know what he did? He turned the crow black.”
“What did the crow have to do with it?”
“Did you know that a flock of crows is called a murder?" She laughed hoarsely, then reached into her purse. Out came a .44. Where had she gotten that?
"Crows are the spirits of revenge," she hissed at me as she pointed the gun at my forehead. It shook in her hand, the metal softly pulsing in the sun's dying rays. I did the obligatory reach for the sky, and tried to keep my voice reasonable. Calm.
"Robin, it wasn't a crow. Really."
"It doesn’t matter, does it? You'll just come back. That's what the Phoenix does, right? It rises from the ashes.”
“You’re not threatening to burn me, you’re threatening to shoot me.”
“It doesn’t matter. When you come back, we can start again."
An explosion followed, so violent it knocked me on my back. My sight started to fade.
It wasn't a crow, was my last thought. It was a raven.