(Author's note: Trying this flash fiction yet again with the prompt being "isolated thunderstorms". The gods at Helium have not kicked the four-hundred word version off their site but after reading it I am very unhappy with the result. In simpler terms it's crap. Plus, somehow a piece of html code ended up in the text of the story. As for the inspiration, saw the movie version of Cormac McCarthy's "The Road" yesterday. )
As I begin my journal entry the morning is quiet and serene as I leave the secure confines of my underground shelter and gaze out at the plains of Kansas. My calendar says it’s the middle of spring but all I see are dead and burnt fields that seem to stretch forever. As I check my gear for my hopeless quest I feel a breeze blowing from the northeast suggesting the weather will change soon.