Truth is...

 

I never should have put the crow in The Pantry.  What was I thinking, giving a crow life but not flight?  There are way too many distractions within The Pantry for anyone to pay attention to the antics of a bird.  But now that I’ve done it, what’s the next step?

For those of you who have lived through The Crow in the Dark Gray Overcoat, there is no going back.  You can’t unknow it.  That story is real and will live on with you, no matter your plight.  It is one folks remember, they are adventures so real you'll think they took place just down the street.

No amount of fancy writing can get him out of that pantry.  It is a done deal.  But now it haunts me.

Perhaps his flight will take place when that simple paperback becomes discovered.  Then, even though locked between the boundaries of the front and back cover, he will travel the world over, making his way from book store to libraries and beyond, flying off the shelf.  

Then again, perhaps it isn't up to me at all.  Sure, I gave him life, but now it is up to him to find his own way.  Melville's Moby did it, and that was a whale of a tale.  Quinn's Ishmael did it.  No monkey business about it.  Certainly a clever crow can escape a flimsy paperback.  I'll just have to wait and trust in fate.