The sky was strange in the Cursed Land that day. The people shielded their eyes and asked the hero Petromir to sort it out. Petromir was a hero in the traditional sense, which meant he had more swords than braincells and solved his problems by hitting them, which worked well when your problems were monsters but not when they were strange things in the sky.
Petromir sought out the wisest woman he knew and after knocking down her door so people didn’t think he’d gone soft, he asked if she knew what the thing in the sky was.
“It’s called the Sun,” she replied.
“And the colour?”
“Skies are supposed to be blue. You just can’t normally see it with all the ominous cloud in the way.”
“What does it portend?”
“We’re having a patch of good weather. I wouldn’t worry. Give it five minutes and the rain’ll be back.”
Word Count: 150
This is for FFfAW. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Jodi McKinney for providing the prompt photo!
My short story, “The Lazarus Riddle,” was published on Crimson Streets earlier this week. You can check it out here.