Third 99 word installment prompted by Charli Mills.
Boulders rolled; the ground cracked. Tree branches snapped as the mountainside crumbled, joining the mad tumble of rock and earth. Dust rose in a thick, gritty fog choking her and making her eyes water. She wanted to see! The oak sapling shifted as its roots loosened their grip. Her fingers gripped tighter, like claws, into the bark. A gust of wind blew the dust away for a second and her eyes were caught by the frantic movement on the ground.
Ants. Waiting to be crushed.
One of the ants stopped—a child. The child’s reproachful eyes locked into hers.