A flock of ravens circled overhead, seeming to appear out of nowhere. They wheeled as one, completely synchronized, diving towards the ground in a spiral that ended in a cloud of feathers that coalesced into a pale woman in a black bikini.
"Who's ready to partaaaaay?" She yelled, and stepped out of the cloud. A pine cone crunched under her bare foot. While the chill wind didn't do her any harm, neither was it comfortable. She looked around at the scrubby pine forest.
Something had diverted her travel to Cancun. The Morrigan's spring break was off to a poor start.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.