Prompt 19

“A storm destroys your uncle’s shed and kills his six-year-old son. Describe the colour of the sky right before the storm hit”

When I think about when Danny died, I find myself remembering the sky on that day.

We were driving home before the storm hit. My brother was driving, and a Taylor Swift song was playing on the radio. I can’t remember which one exactly. But I do remember the sky. I was staring out the window at it as the clouds seemed at battle with themselves, each churning and enveloping its opponent.

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