The purpose of death (A 55-fiction)

A murder of crows had enlisted their tactical skills as Death’s acolytes. Spiraling around the failed escapee decomposing on the curb. Searchlights look for the unsubtle demise of a vengeful convict. His potential victims were unknowingly spared. Karma came back around in the nick of time. Tattered black robes undulate. We cannot live without death.

Feel free to like or comment on this post. I will always reply back to comments! And please check out my eBook: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B012BSPFCQ/ref=cm_sw_r_fa_awdm_EgmSvb1FDR2EB Thanks for reading 🙂