Smoke: Spec-fic

The smoke blocked out the sun, sending the day into a weird twilight not natural at any time of year. When Sheila saw the smoke rising, she dropped her spear and sprinted forward. She didn't notice when the rabbits fell from her shoulder. She didn't notice when one of her sandals' strap broke and she lost the sandal. She didn't notice when she ran right over a fallen spear that cut into the thick callus on the sole of her foot. She felt the pain, but only distantly. Her eyes were all for the scene of devastation that she knew lay on the other side of the ridge. Common sense kicked in belatedly, and she dropped to her belly and wormed her way up the ridge instead of charging over it as her heart demanded. At first she could not understand--

Inspiration: The word 'smoke' in a song.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Nothing new or original here. If I had a dollar for every "sudden devastation to home while away" scene that I've read, I'd be able to buy a new car. Probably fantasy, sci-fi, or alternate history, but really, who cares?