Lucy -v0.9- -lefrench- — Red

I felt Claude grip my arm. “She sees us,” he whispered.

The projector whined. The film snapped. The bulb popped. Red Lucy -v0.9- -LeFrench-

The crow on screen wasn’t acting. It turned its head and stared directly into the lens. Through it. At me . I felt Claude grip my arm

He paid me anyway. In francs stained with something that smelled like rust. Red Lucy -v0.9- -LeFrench-