When Sireris realises it is not thunder that disturbs this sunny day...
Lamoral Trueshot snarls at the cloud of dust descending from the distant hill, and curses the conscription banner the riders fly in vain pride.
The skies are hers!
Mulei tastes the salty sea breeze and knows he is at home.
Where does the time go? I am not sure. But it sure is passing quickly.
A 500 word story.