I knew from the dark, black clouds, the taste of water in the air, the darkness in the middle of the day, the storm was about to start. I stood in my garage, facing my training bag, and waited. The past few weeks had been hell, one endless string of nightmares at work. I’d had enough. With the first flash of lightning, the first echo of thunder, I made a storm of my own.
Here’s my weekly attempt at Lillie McFerrin‘s flash fiction challenge, Five Sentence Fiction. This week, the prompt is Thunder.
Please, go read all the other entries to this week’s Five Sentence Fiction. It’s amazing what creative people can do with just five sentences.