“Mommy, look at the sky, it’s so pretty. Red sky at night, sailor’s delight, right Mommy? Tomorrow is gonna be a great day for our trip.”
She grabbed up her little girl, held her close, told her yes, yes, it was going to be the best day ever, a wonderful trip.
“You’re crying, Mommy. Is it because the sky is so beautiful?”
“Yes, darling, that’s it, and you are so beautiful, and we’re going to have such a great time.”
It was not quite noon on a summer day. Just that morning they had listened to the birds’ sunrise songs, had watched them disappearing in and out of the thick green-leaved canopy of the trees. Now in the black silence, she just held onto her child, so tightly she could feel and hear her breathing, feel her heart beating against her own. Then sound returned, a rumbling buzz followed by a crushing roar that pushed the purple and orange sky roiling ahead of it, a massive thundering wave of color and noise that nobody heard.
Written for Sue Vincent’s November 16th Thursday Photo Prompt.