The Face in the Clouds — Short Story Share Excerpt

Happy Monday all. Here’s a short story I wrote quite some time ago. At least eight years ago. And over the years, the eeriness of the story amused me so I would revisit it: polish it, revise it, and hopefully it will amuse you too. Enjoy!

The Face in the Clouds

Erin sat with his lover, Lily on a grassy knoll with weeds and fragrant flowers naming the shapes of the clouds.  That looks like a cat, he said.  Look, a horse, she replied. Some of the shapes were truly mysterious; they were really not clouds at all.

“Dear God—what is that?” Lily cried, bolting upright.

He glanced at her, then back at the sky and smiled.  “It’s a cloud, darling. We have been looking at them for the past hour.”

“No!”  She raised her finger, pointing.  “Look there.  It’s a face!”

He forced an unconvincing laugh, but didn’t look.  “You’ve been out in the sun too long.”

“Just look!”

“Fine.” He looked, but saw nothing and told her so in a sweet voice.  “See, darling, there isn’t anything to get all excited about.”

 

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