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.”
“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.”