Jawoli and Kujaguo jumped to their feet as the hillside dried grasses rose up like the spine of a disturbed cat ready to attack. They looked at their feet, one other, and upon Lisbon. Mouths agape. Eyes wide. Each drawing a hand over his mouth. Great clouds erupted from the city center and its outlying areas as buildings collapsed.
“Watch out!” Jawoli cried. He yanked Kujaguo to the ground and forced him to rollover as a large boulder careened by nicking Jawoli’s knee.
Jawoli thrust his hands over his kneecap, and then drew up his pant leg. The spot where the rock had hit was swelling. He winced, watching the stone bump and jump its way downhill.
Kujaguo sat up. “Two black crows.”
Jawoli lolled back, massaging his knee, and mumbled. “Yes”.
They looked up the hillside to the patch of r
