The Raven Monologue

The sun lingers brightly on a summer morning. A small seven year old girl stands and loiters by the window, eagerly waiting, as the television mumbles the morning weather is recited by the meteorologist.“Later today, we will experience quite a bit fogginess ...”The man informs with a deep defined voice. She presses her round nose on the glass window and scans through the view of their front yard. As the light touches her, her soft white skin glows as though the sun resides within her. Her olive hair sways gently as her head surveys the world beyond confines of her big yet silent abode. She waits with her eyes lit up like green diamonds and a smile which conveys the very meaning of happiness. Though the outside world seems to boast its dullness,

YOU JUST—”

The mother pauses and gathers herself. She sighs shaking her head, then rubs her forehead in frustration.

“Sweetie, you shouldn’t be messing around with those—those things.”

She says, as she points at the black bird.

“But—but why not?” Questions the clueless child. “it’s just a raven”

Just as she assures her mother, a man with a caramel brown beard and a clean white shirt exits the house door and puts his hand on the frustrated woman’s shoulder.

“Whoa, it’s getting foggy. Hey, what’s the matter, honey?

Asks the man in the white shirt.

“That—that bird. She was playing with that black bird!” clarified Abby’s mother.

The man turns his shoulder facing the little girl with disappointment conveyed though his pinkish face.

“Is this true, sweetie? Have you been playing with that crow?” asked the man as goes down in one knee and holds her hand.

“It’s a raven daddy. You can tell because of the feath—”

Her father sighs, cutting her explanation.

“You shouldn’t be playing with those kinds of birds, sweetie. They’re—they’re not uh— because they’re uh—”

“They’re bad birds”

Abby’s mother

One by one, the rocks hit the black bird.

“Get away from my mommy, you stupid bird!” Abby exclaims, as she endlessly throws the rocks at the bird. “Shoo you piece of garbage, you no good thie—”

“BANG!”

A gun is fired in the air.

Abby looked around for the source of the noise. She spots her dad pointing a shotgun towards the sky. Finally, the bird retreats. Evidently, Abby’s parents sighed in relief.

“See what we told you, sweetheart! Nothing but trouble those birds.”

However, Abby did not listen for rage has deafened her and anger has blinded everything in sight except for the bird. The bird flew around in circles as though it did not want to go—as the it were trying to reason with its friend. Unfortunately Abby’s reasoning is now impaire because of anger. She continues to pick up small rocks and threw it towards every direction the bird flies with extreme prejudice. Though most of rocks miss, some of the bigger rocks make contact with the bird’s wings but not injuring it.

“Go away, you dumb useless bird! You don’t belong here”

Abby yells as her glowing white face turns crimson with anger and