Friday Flash 3 -- Black Thunder23 Mar 2018
Inspired by “Blackened Soul” by Adrian von Ziegler
Clouds gather overhead, black against the evening sun. Wind flees before the army, turning up the leaves on the trees. I can taste the heat, thick with anticipation.
We huddle inside as the sky roars. Bullets of rain clatter against the windows. Sheets of silver brush over the land like layers of a veil.
The storm’s wrath sated, it retreats. We emerge into dampness to survey the remnants of chaos. The world returns to its senses as steam rises from the asphalt.
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