#SwiftFicFriday – Week 68 Winner!

#SwiftFicFriday – Week 68 Winner!

Happy Tuesday!

Siobhan Muir (@SiobhanMuir) flew the highest this week and takes her fourteenth win!

Check out her story below and congratulate her on Twitter.

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Moriah let him take the lead given his seniority when it came to SAR. Oh yeah, she and the other Cloudburst Hotshots were trained in SAR for when they should come across people caught in a wildfire and to give them something to do in the off-season. But SAR was Riley’s full-time job. And from what she’d heard after making discreet inquiries, he was damn good at it.

She kept an eye on the raven with the bright pink headphones clutched in its claws. Any normal corvid would’ve dropped them by now, but she didn’t think this was an ordinary raven. The Goddess’s messenger. She’d always had an affinity for ravens ever since she was a young Banshee, using the wind to help them play their aerial acrobatics. Ravens and crows were smart. They communicated about kind people, and she’d often been greeted with friendly curiosity by corvids everywhere she went.

The sun rose as they followed the raven deeper into the forest, but the thick canopy of pines and deciduous trees muted the brightness of the light. Neither of them spoke as Riley looked for signs on the ground that the young girl had come this way. Moriah split her attention between him and the raven, certain the crafty bird would reveal Ashley’s location soon enough.

They ducked under an old dilapidated mining railway spanning a creek bed when the raven gave three emphatic barks and flew into the branches of a cedar tree, the pink earphones dancing like streamers.

“Riley.” She grabbed his shoulder. “Look.”

Under the lowest branches, the bloody splotch of a red and black checkered jacket lay stark against the rich green of the cedar. But no body.

“Shit, why would she leave her jacket?”

“She wouldn’t.” Riley’s expression hardened. “Let’s check for prints.”

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