My apologies, this post is going to be short and sweet. And probably full of mistakes. Wi-fi is non existent and cellular service comes and goes on a whim. And I am loving every minute of it!
I did not think I was going to make this weeks Flash challenge but I managed. Barely.
The July 9th prompt from Charli is to write 99 words, no more, no less, a story about water.
A Stormy Dance
The waltz of the storm raced along the curvy paths, cutting a new trail with a torrential wet force. It looked as though a thick, gray blanket fell from the sky, covering the mountains from sight. Lightening danced to and fro from the clouds, wreaking havoc wherever it’s electrified slashes touched. The musical tune, played by the thunder, boomed across the peaks as it kept the beat.
It was coming my way. There was no where to go. I watched. Waited. Thirsty. Panic and hunger battled inside me for I would live or die.
Because a plant can’t run.
So how did I do?