Chapter Thirty
I was awoken by a screeching sound. It slowly got louder, then faded.
I lay in bed with my eyes closed as I listened. I noticed how the volume of sound changed as the tone moved up and down in intensity. I raised myself up with my elbows and looked at my hotel window. I knew it was early morning, as a soft glow of pink glimmered from behind the curtains. I rubbed the nape of my neck and slowly got up. I opened the curtains and focused on the view outside my window. The dusky sky was smeared in a deep red glow as the light slowly pushed away the darkness of the night.
There, maybe two hundred yards away, across to the side from the hotel, there was something that looked like birds; maybe fifty, maybe a hundred of them, all glowing red birds, like birds that were on fire; f
