Now I can concentrate on writing again, here is my contribution to FRIDAY FICTIONEERS prompted by a photograph on Rochelle's blog https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/
I HEAR THUNDER
After months of hiding in cellars, trembling at each explosion and venturing out only when driven by hunger, Shira crept away through the ruins.
Carrying her daughter among broken timbers and glass shards, she dodged from shadow to shadow until they were in the fields.
Even in the ditches they dropped flat every time a bomb fell, but when they reached the hills the sounds of war were mercifully distant.
Sheltered beneath a tree, they slept until woken by a crash directly overhead. The child screamed, but Shira said soothingly, “Hush - it is only thunder. See, here comes the rain.”