100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers (http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/the-western-sky-100-words/)
Neander finally arose from his place by the fire. What he saw seared him to his core. Nervously, he roused Thal and pointed past the river over the hill — the clouds were burning!
They crept to the summit, weapons held high ready to strike.
The clouds weren’t burning. Fire! Fire raged through the valley below. Fear blazed in their bellies.
“We have angered the gods!”
“Warn the others! We must leave. Those bones on the riverbank were an omen.”