Earthquake (100 words)
When the first tremor struck, Shark brushed off sleep like a thin layer of dust. He struggled against the shuddering ground to claim his feet, forcing his body to obey him. This was nothing to the first aftershocks, the ones that ripped the base in two and shattered the instruments. Without them, Shark had learned to sense an oncoming earthquake by the movements of animals and birds, by the changing flight paths of insects, and the groan of the black earth beneath his feet. He pushed the grizzled hair out of his eyes and started to climb a nearby tree.
Goes with Smoke.
Written for the CAKE.shortandsweet Wednesday write-in
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