I hike to the hilltop for sunset and interrupt a murder. Hoarse cries of distress signal my arrival. Air buffets my face as inky clouds fill the sky. In moments, there is nothing left except a single black feather at my feet. It makes a jaunty addition to my hat.

Fiona is a mathematician and new writer. Visit her website at fionahevans.com.au or find her on Twitter at @FionaHEvans.