Ermisenda at ErmiliaBlog puts up a picture every week and invites readers to participate. It’s called Picture it & Write and this is my first time to participate. The picture is used as inspiration to build a story, or poem. Here’s the week’s picture, and below it, my submission. Enjoy. And please do let me know what you think.
The Muvule Tree
Brow creased, she looked warily up at the sky, watched the lightning streak through the gray clouds and light up the sky for a split second. It was barely 6:00 pm and the day had gone dark, already. Out here, the sun usually set at 7:00 pm, promptly, everyday. This was worrying. It shouldn’t be this dark this soon, not yet. A thunderstorm was fast approaching. It should not find her out here. It could not.
Nayiga looked around the plains, searching for a shelter. A beautiful sunny day had just turned gray and gloomy. She needed shelter, fast. As far as the eye could see there was none to be seen. Several Muvule trees yards apart, but no real shelter, not even a shack, the kind that the villagers usually used for temporary food storage during the harvest.
Recently, there had been so many lightning accidents. Children in a primary school nearby had been struck; 18 had died and 50 were injured. Three more – sisters – had also been struck dead on their way from school, three mourners had been killed at a funeral and reports were pouring in from all over the country, more people getting struck, killed and others injured, every time it rained. It was all very worrying. Some said it was happening because too many trees were getting cut down, hurting the environment and nature’s balance.