crazy-8s
The raven sat on the windowsill -- head cocked at an angle as though it was watching what was going on inside the room beyond. The eyes, never blinking took in the commotion that was occurring just on the opposite side of the glass as though it was a participant to the crime.
The rush hit her. The euphoria and then the frenzy. The half empty packet of powder still sat on the glass coffee table -- the off color of pink where the cook messed up evident.