For Sonya’s three line tales prompt.
photo by Rikki Austin via Unsplash
Miranda had taken up her place in the centre of the henge on a campstool to keep her robes off the damp grass, facing the east and the rising sun, when dawn was still only a paling of the darkness along the horizon.
The air was in movement with the faint presence of ancient lives that still vibrated in the holy place, and she was certain that this sunrise would reveal the arcane mysteries of the stone circle.
She held her breath as the first cold rays shot across the hillside and probed the entrance stones to touch her dew-damp feet then her knees, only letting it out in a gasp of disappointment when thick cloud smothered the sun and a light rain began to fall.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
I hate it when that happens… The perfect face of “you’ve got to be kidding me” look! Good one.
There’s definitely a message of some sort being relayed–(K)
Probably that the sun rises and the rain falls.
Oh! Jane, really! and she was wearing her pixie ears too! 💜
All the gear. And her home made fake doeskin shoes were ruined too.
Oh! I guess she has grown out of the happy hippie stage then 💜
She’s moved onto a higher plane.
Hope it’s not the Boeing 373 max!
LOL!
🙃🙃🙃😟