(Flash Fiction) Blackbird

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Image credit: Dalibur Valek/shutterstock.com

The blackbird came rarely, and when it came, it brought death in its wake.

No-one knew why. It was just a bird, and acted no differently to its feathered kin. But time and again this one returned, and every time, someone in our family died.

My mother called it a psychopomp. For many years I thought that sounded like something that came once every two or three years when the carnival came. But unless a death coincided with that, then their performances passed in colour, vibrancy and without incident.

I have decided, over the years, it is one of our kin, come to take us home. My great-grandmother on my mother’s side was said to be a witch. Even further back in our family tree we claim connections to Salem and all the mystery of that place.

I think the blackbird is of that line and I think it is a friendly creature, no matter how dark its message.

I think that even now, as I gaze out my window from my sick-bed and see it settle once more in nearby trees. I have been very ill now for sometime, though they will not tell me the prognosis. My parents come and go from the room, speaking in hushed tones, mopping my fevered brow.

This morning my mother was singing to me when she, too, looked out the window, to see the blackbird. It stilled her song and she wept.

“Do not cry mama,” I said. “Our friend is here, gathering friends.”

“Do not leave us!” my mother cried, then turned to the window and called out to the blackbird. “Do not take my child!”

“Mama,” I said, touching her hand softly, “Do not cry. It sings to me, I hear it, such beautiful songs. And it says I may return, return for each of my dear family, in the by and by.”

“I do not understand,” my mother said, her head dropped down so close to her chest I could barely hear her.

‘The blackbird doesn’t have to travel alone,” I said, “next time, next time you see him, there will be two blackbirds.”

“My child!”

“Yes, mama, the other blackbird will be me.”

(c) Helen M Valentina 2016

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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