[€uroMeinke]

After further discussions with the crow, Rey decided he would actually try to talk to Elizabeth, the hot Latin number at work. After all, what could he loose? Or so he kept telling himself, all the while he was terrified that he would say something stupid or inappropriate. She would in turn file some sort of sexual harassment lawsuit. He was certain to not only loose his job, but would become unemployable. Rey, started wondering about what other country he might move to where no one knew him – what would June say then? Of course, this went on for days.

“Bub – What’s your problem – just talk to her!” The crow called through Rey’s sliding glass door. Rey, pulled down the blinds and the crow started to peck more violently against the glass, “You know, you’re only gonna see me as soon as you fall asleep.”

Rey put on a pot of coffee and turned up the volume on the stereo.
“You’re in denial Bub, you’re gonna have to face this sooner or later.”

The next morning, Rey found himself opposite Elizabeth in line to get coffee. She smiled at him and said, “Good Morning.”
Flustered and blushing, Rey responded, “Uh, Hi, uh how are you doing this morning?”
“Tired as usual, I just can’t get enough sleep these days, my cat’s been driving me crazy. It’s like he sleeps all day just so he can keep me up at night.”
“I know the feeling”
“Do you have a cat?”
“No, no cat – it’s just …I’ve had a lot on my mind”
“Ah, I’ve been there,” she smiled, “We’ll, I’ve got to get back to my desk, hope things get better for you.”

Rey remained dumbfounded as he admired Elizabeth’s form slowly disappearing down the hallway. “God she has great legs,” he thought.

“Idiot!”
The crow was quite livid when Rey came home that night, calling him every insult he had ever heard before and some he was sure were new.

“You had a perfect opportunity to ask her out, or at least to get a bite somewhere! No wonder your wife left you – could you get a clue?”

Rey ignored the crow as best he could but even as he slept, he dreamt the crow now giant-sized snatched him up off the street and dropped him down a steep sea cliff. As horrible as the dream was, he found himself wondering if when he awoke, the real-life crow would be larger too. The next morning there was no sign of the crow – his home was strangely silent.