Thunder rolled across the sky as the first drops fell softly against the desert floor. The clouds darkened and the wind whipped sand across his face.
He pulled the jacket tighter and leaned into the gusts. The chill in the air was nothing compared to the ice in her eyes and the poison in her words.
The patter of rain tapped out a song, matching the rhythm of his boots on the highway. He marched on into the storm. And away from her.
This week’s flash was inspired by a prompt posted on Easily Mused. The following six words had to be included in the story: thunder, softly, poison, boots, highway, ice