A Thunderclap

they said it was an orange color a million volts created by clouds and it struck one long fatal bolt like a giant samurai sword into the tallest tree next to the soccer field

it glowed and flashed as pure energy electrons speeding forward with unspeakable power as it hit the people underneath the tree and killed the boy

he was fifteen the height of a man but the soft clear face of a boy with searching eyes reddish hair curled above his ears just watching, waiting for the rain to stop and then the flash shot across the field down the tree in an infinitesimal moment in the breadth of a butterfly in a part of a second no more than could register on a human retina

he was gone, his life like all others only a flickering a tiny view on a world we discover is infinite,

his parents and his sister grieved at their loss their child ripped away by a lightening storm dashed from life from all that mattered all that was promised with no reason but the speed and death of a thunderclap