“It’s murder,” said Ian, looking solemn.
The floor around them was full of red drops. Paula looked at him uncertainly.
“How can you be so sure?” she asked, challenging his confidence.
He sighed, took a piece of wet cloth from the counter, and wiped the spilled ketchup.
“You check the dictionary if you want, sis. That’s what they call a group of crows.”
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
14th April, 2018)