Flash Fiction: Unknowable

Prompt: A story that includes an animal, a plan, and a lesson

⁠Word Count: 145

The grass was blue.

Not the navy of oak trees or the azure of sweeping pine forests. It was a bright vibrant blue that filled everyone with joy.

Blue grass meant that rain was coming.

Not the red droplets that came from the fiery sky smelling like sulphur and ash.

No, this would be true rain.

Iridescent beads that shimmered like rainbows as they gathered on sapphire strands of grass and pooled in crevices on the ground.

Everyone prayed for the rain, but no one could predict its coming. 

It was unknowable.

Yet, there was a glimmer of understanding when the young boy found the broken bird by his window. The tiniest shred of comprehension as he nursed it back to health.

Because when the bird flapped its violet wings and flew away, the tips of the grass beneath his feet changed.

Rain was coming.

A. M. Spaulding