It slowly stopped raining, although there was a slight drizzle.
Luna remembered a pun her father used to tell her when she was younger about being alone vs. being by yourself.
She heard a crow croak, she looked into the distance and saw a black crow perched on a branch. Crows were often seen throughout the neighborhood and symbolized bad luck.
The crow peared at her and began to follow her every move. Then the crow swarmed down on Luna. Luna ran around in half circles fanning her hands above her face. Looking back her own actions served as a comic relief for her.
Luna finally reached her home, right when she got through the door she called for her mother. In a soliloquy Luna explained to her mother all the eerie things that occurred on her walk home
”You say you used the trail to gset home?”, said Luna’s mother. “Yeah”, replied Luna. “Luna that trail has been cloed for the past 6 months, whatever route you used to get home was not the trail’’.