Her eyes surveyed the black clouds a way off in the distance. The she strode
into the kitchen. Her worn hands pulled a thick book from the shelf above the
woodstove.
“Let’s find that recipe, child,” she crowed as she lovingly fingered the
grease-stained pages to a creased spot.
“Here it is…Thunder Cake!”
She carefully penned the ingredients on a piece of notepaper. “Now let’s gather
all the things we’ll need!” she exclaimed as she scurried toward the back door.