A Vulture’s Foot

You find the talon of some bird. You wonder if it’s a lucky foot. Of course it clearly wasn’t lucky for the bird. As you hold, you feel it has a strange sort of power about it.

You should probably just dump it in the trash. Instead you shove it in you pocket and head back to campus.

You enter into the lecture hall for your next class. The professor’s dry monotone does nothing to hold your interest. You fidget with the bird’s foot in your pocket. It’s little talons are clearly made for the tearing of flesh.

Mercifully the lecture ends. You step into the aisle and manage to keep from running up the steps. You nearly bump into Alecia.

You swear under your breath. Maybe you should have just run. Alecia is gorgeous, slim, leggy, tan with straight dirty blond hair. She wears her promise ring.

“Hello Alecia.”

“Hello scumbag who tried to date **** me.”

“I just tried to kiss you goodnight.”

“You call it whatever you want. You’re about my least favorite person on the planet. I hope you rot in heck where you belong.”

You fidget with the talon.

“I really am sorry, I thought you were having a good time.”

“Please stop talking.”

On impulse you pull out the foot and point it at her.