Micro fiction/prowse Stories

Scarecrow. I am the hideous straw man, looking twisted in broad daylight. Patched together carelessly with old-fashioned clothes, and hung up like an unappreciated martyr, looking upwards towards the skies. I scare away flying pests, with my twisted expression and evil intent. Even humans pass me by, shuddering away, as the crows hawk in abundance, field mice and insects scuffling below my straw feet.   If I had a soul pl...