Thursday, July 25, 2013
I've Looked at Clouds
Ronald Lumley settled back in his seat, gave a sigh of contentment, and gazed through the round portal.
"There's nothing more beautiful!" thought Ron. High above everything else, the delicious white fluffy shapes billowed magnificently like mountains, sumptuously as a fleece yet softly and gently like puffs of smoke.
"Oh, miss?" he said to the uniformed woman walking down the aisle beside him. "When will we arrive at our destination?"
"Almost any second for you, sir," the woman replied and continued down the aisle through the hallway to the office of Dr. Kropotkin.
"So sad, Doctor! Addicted to painkillers. Every time he opens a new bottle, the same delusion!"
I've looked at this story from both sides now and am on Cloud 9 that at 108 words it did not billow too far beyond the 100 word goal for me this week at the Friday Fictioneers.
If you want to twist open the cap, pull out the cotton, and grab a handful of the offerings of the other Fictioneers, click here and I promise they'll have you soaring too!
Either in the sky or otherwise, your preference.