Two birds circling above a small village that was being swept by the enormous storm. In the middle of a little meadow, there was a girl with a big leaf umbrella and a book, muttering. She stood firmly against the storm. Not far from there, the roofs flew, the villagers started to scream, holding everything that could prevent them being blown.
“What’s happening down there?!” squeaked the bird.
“She’s gone mad! I knew she’s not like any other human, I saw her coming from the fog!” answered the other bird.
“All I know she was a beggar, but I never saw anyone give her even one-cent coin.”
“Is she a witch? Probably she’s reading a spell!”
A few minutes later, the storm had gone as the girl stopped reading. She walked down a path to her cottage that covered by the bushes. The cottage seemed never been touched by the terrifying storm which had made the village so quite from people. People who had made her disappointed. She entered the cottage and left the door ajar. She was going to make her own afternoon tea.
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #55