From the west, clouds came hurrying with the wind like a colony of bees. She clutched to the tree trunk frightened.
In the village, screams of delighted children tossed in the din of the whirling wind towards the forest path.
She watched as a jagged flash rumbled, trembled and cracked in the burrow of the valley below.
The gods are angry she thought, as she took in the sight of the burning bush.
‘Run! Run!’ the voice came in her head ‘the elders must not meet you here’
Lara scampered home amidst the smell of a scorching earth and pelting rain, sycamores bouncing-off her trail.
This story is a contribution to the Friday Fictioneers at Madison Woods‘ blog. Where a crush of writers are inspired by her photo prompt to express a story in 100 words. Please, click to find other stories.