Shrill

Edna sat on floor right in front of the door feeling downcast. Frank was finally gone and she hoped it would be the last time she was ever going to see him again. 

Her glass of wine was next to her as usual. For the first time in her life, she thought she was actually going to quit her drinking but it seems she's just going to linger in her addiction for a while.

She heard a fluttering sound coming from the living room, with a sigh and half empty glass of wine, she stood up to check what was making that sound. 

She had been hearing an awful lot of sounds through out the night and was so eager to know what could possibly be making another sound now.

The fluttering sounds became louder ad she approached the living room. She first peeked to make sure it wasn't something dangerous that would attack the instance it saw her. She soon figured out that they were birds.