...but I kinda wish I hadn't wasted an entire 26 words with that first sentence/prompt...
Kiyoshi didn’t consider himself a superstitious man, but when a third crow landed on his mailbox, he felt led to reevaluate his thoughts on the matter. His fingers fell silent against his keyboard, the flashing cursor on his screen forgotten. Mid-scene. Mid-sentence. Mid-murder.
The crows worked together, beaks and claws cooperating to hoist the tiny metal flag usually flipped by the stumpy hand of the postman.
When the flag had been raised, they flew off, or up, rather, into the shivering limbs of a naked cherry tree. The soil below, disturbed.
Kiyoshi went to check his mailbox.