The Old Woman in the Past
The sound of a sharp object hitting the table was followed by a loud snapping sound. An old woman wearing a black dress suit raised her large knife high and slammed it against the table.
The table shook, something splashed everywhere and sounded heartbreaking.
The candle on the top of the glass swayed and almost fell if there was no support for the glass, and drops of blood dripped down, making a gurgling sound.
The old woman had a wrinkled and pale face. Her hair was white and it looked dirty with blood, which she involuntarily wiped on her head, her breath coming out slowly.
Crows perched on poles that were about to fall, squawking. Some flew to the ground and ate the bodies that had been crushed and scattered.
The old woman threw what she cut into the crows without looking back. She took something valuable and put it in a jar of clean water. He stood up from his desk and looked around.