San Fran Writers’ Grotto #1

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.

It’s the middle of the night, but there’s yellow in the sky. It tinges the edges of the clouds, which are swirls of the deepest greys and blues. It’s the shade of soft, ripe fruit just as someone takes the first bite. The sky is so big tonight it looks like there’s more night than land, only cloud and moon as far as you can see. It’s darker in the east, and the swirls are moving quickly now. It’s too light for this late, light that almost looks like it’s shining on another planet.