The rolling dice

Waiting in silence at the edge of the cliff, we watched the black and white coloured dice roll on the sandy beach covered with shells. The sky darkened as I peered up at it, wondering how the dice had got their in the first place. After a few minutes we were drenched from the storm. The hut that we built got struck by lightning. That’s when Chloe my little sister started crying, specks of tiny salty tears ran down her cheeks. Jaden my older brother was worrying about us “what if mum has forgotten about picking us up,” he explained.