The leaves were trembling in the strong autumn wind, fragile, ready to float down to the floor. The rain had cleared and some sun rays were tearing through the unfurling clouds. Ripples danced on the broad puddles that caught the late afternoon light. Slowly, Dani walked towards the middle of the field, stood still, and looked up to the patches of blue sky. She felt more awake than she had felt in days, relishing the cold air on her face, taking in each sound, each smell around her.
The bolt hit her in the back of the head and she collapsed slowly to the ground, like a falling tree.