Oasis under fire

This Friday's 100 word story challenge from @ericadrayton

I was kneeling at the new oasis in the rock. So parched, so dry, the whole hill is a tinderbox in the waiting. The pool of water reflected the empty blue sky. Not a raincloud in sight. This was the second day I came to fill the hollow. Birds had flown away as I arrived and one of them was singing its heart out above. I like to think it was singing, ‘Come and get it! Drinks on the house!’ Whatever it was saying I will never know. A single gunshot pierced the morning air, shaking every branch around me.

Drought dry by Pipp