“Debit or
credit?”
Boatman of
the River Styx* #quote
CJ didn't come over this weekend so that's unfortunate. Oh well, I
still had fun defending the world from the threat of rise of the lawn
gnomes. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Eliza The Cloud
A massive storm gave birth to many clouds, each one moving along the
sky. Eliza was one of these clouds, and like all the others she
poured her rain on the Earth below, happily water to whatever needed
it below. She said hello to the people below with each clap of
thunder from her lightning. However her voice began to weaken as she
became whiter. She slowly stopped being the darkest of storm clouds
and became white and fluffy like a timid bunny. Though she lost her
voice, she didn't lose her strength. She still poured down what water
she could onto the ground below, giving what she could.
Then she started to lose what she could give. Her body started to
break apart. And soon she didn't want to give the water. It was all
she had left. She needed it to be. What she had left wasn't extra.
But it fell anyway and Eliza the cloud vanished from the sky, all her
water now droplets scattered on the surface of the Earth.
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