Raven stood on the engraved cornice of the Metropolitan History Museum, rage battling with disbelief his plans had been thwarted yet again.
His shaman had been sent inside to retrieve the Feathered Cloak and certain other artifacts and now the fool was bound in spirit ropes, blinded and running into walls! The simpleton must have somehow alerted the All-God’s human agents.
Raven mind-spoke to his remaining forces, instructing them in the use of the enchanted stylus to mark the ropes…the magical shears to cut them. Shrinking them in size so they would draw less notice, he impatiently waved them inside.
This story was written for the triple Triple Visual Dare #4 flash fiction challenge and, again, qualifies for "bonus bonus" status for incorporating all three photo prompts into a single story of 100 words or less. I'm glad our esteemed hostess, Angela Goff, chose not to make it as difficult as she'd threatened to this week.