Where are you going, dear cloud, when I see you pass me by? You're not big like your bothers or sisters. Just a nice, fluffy size. But you're moving, drifting from one edge of the sky to the other. And why? Do you need to join your cloud friends to become a giant nimbus? Maybe together you will grown big and angry, bringing rain and lightning to wherever you wind up. Or maybe you're just out for a stroll, canvasing the open blue until you fade away into thin streams of white, like you were never even there at all.
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Very Short Stories & Drabbles
Short StoryA collection of very short stories, microfictions, and drabbles from all themes and genres. Posted weekly!
