Thanks to Rochelle for her weekly 100 word challenge:
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
The broody sky reflected her mood.
Every day she waited at this spot for exactly two hours.
No-one had told her what to expect, what to look for, just that ‘She would know’ when it happened.
To be honest, she was getting fed up of waiting, not knowing.
Why, and for what?
The clouds turned rusty, gathering speed as they moved across the sky towards her point of vigil.
No longer drifting, no longer genteel, the mass hovered, spat a discarded puff into the reeds and dispersed.
The child was found the next day, naked and crying in her arms.