Thanis sighed as the punishing wind swept billowing clouds of dust through the bare limbs of the grey elm forest. The vast apocalyptic landscape spread beyond her cracked windows and she hugged her child close as she glanced at the limp crop of leaves in her dusty yard.
A prayer slipped from her lips, a yearning petition to the gods, amid quiet words of desperation…
She turned from the grimy window and a gust howled across the basin, echoing her lamentation, and as she turned back a smile spread across her weary face. High above the valley, above the regimented elms on the mountainside, the wind blew the clouds aside and a shaft of light lit a glittering spray of rain – a true gift.
Dipping back into Five Sentence Fiction over at Lillie McFerrin…take a look at the other stories for the prompt word: Offering.