Thanks to Madison for posting the prompt, and Maggie Duncan for a great photo. Head over to Madison Woods for more flash fiction.
Wondereagle – Scratch of Fuchsia
He had been looking for days.
Alex crouched on the rocks. Water rushed past him, as fog swirled over his back.
His eyes scanned the river. He rose, the forest hawking over him.
By the logs, there was something. A disturbance of birds, jostling and shrieking. He ran, his shout lost under the canopy. Some of the birds jumped away, black eyes threatening from sideways faces. He knew before he got there.
He slowed and stopped. Matted in feathers and blood, her heel was raw, and beneath the mud, a scratch of fuchsia blazed on her toenails.
He sunk to his knees. River water crept up to his waist as he wept into his hands.