“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.