Another lovely image and prompt from Sue Vincent, encouraging flights of fancy and other strange phenomena!
I lay beneath the branches of a great oak tree, the world around me flashing blue and white. Trapped inside a maze of bark and green leaves, the lightning continued to strike, searching for me.
How many others had fallen beneath this thunderous white light lost lives, their voices echoing through the woods.
The longer I lay there the more I noticed how the bark marbled its way along the branches, each leaf illuminated by more lightning, revealing a network of veins. Wonders I had walked by many times without noticing the beauty all around me.
Will the lightning take my fallen soul before I am found?