The clock on the wall showed five minutes to 11 a.m. In the midst of it all, the sounds became fuzzy as I looked out the window. Looking past my faint reflection, I tilted my head upwards slightly. The clouds were moving. They were moving together – fast. I wished I could be among them. Dispersed painlessly.
It looked like rain is going to pour down soon. Blessing the earth. Being useful to the living things.
I felt a tug at the left corner of my blouse which brought me back to my reflection on the pane. I turned my head and looked down at my small student.
"Teacher, shall I go put my cup back?"
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AcakA compilation of short stories of various genre and themes starting in 2020. Yours truly, Delima T.
