(Inspired by a dream from Breeze)
Tiny cloud was small and thin.
At first he didn’t notice how small he was. He dived and soared. When he tired of this he stopped and looked around him.
High above him large clouds rolled in an elegant and smooth fashion. They flowed through the sky.
He wished he could dance like they could.
A cloud ducked low over the earth and sat on a mountain. He must be tired, Tiny cloud thought.
Then as tiny cloud watched the giant cloud hugged the mountain.
He felt sad.
“I want to learn to hug.” He sang as he whizzed past his bigger friends.
“Slow down, enjoy” they whispered. “It will happen when it happens.”
But he was gone. “I want to be big and great” he sang.
Birds didn’t notice him or hear him. He was moving too fast.
He dived around the earth, wishing and hoping.
“I want to be big and great,” he shouted in his tiny voice. No one heard him.
He moved around the sky looking for clues.
He wanted to be bigger. He was busy watching everyone else.
One day he realised he no longer soared and dived. He didn’t feel like playing.
“I like rolling,” he grumbled. “But I feel heavy.”
The cloud began to sink, slowly at first towards the earth. He stopped over a mountain. He saw the stones and earth getting closer.
He wondered if he might swallow the mountain. He stopped grumbling and rolling.
He smiled. “I’m hugging a mountain.” He cried as the rain spilled from him.
Then he was light once more and flew high into the sky to tell the other clouds.
All the time he was singing, “I like hugging.”
This is very cute. (-:
Thank you for reading and commenting.
You’re welcome. I write short stories too, so I appreciate the work this took and just wanted to say so. (-:
very sweet.. when i was small i used and we travelled up mountains, i believed and tried to catch a cloud in a jam jar
Wow another great story. You must have been a fun imaginative kid.
very nice, you are so creative
How beautiful! How simply beautiful! You caught the essence of the suffering that arises when we long to be what we are not…and the release that inevitably comes when enough suffering accumulates–and then the relief and the joy when the heaviness is shed, and the lesson is learned. I very much enjoyed reading this. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful piece.
Thank you Lorien. Your reply has lifted me. This story was rejected by quite a few publishers and lay sad and forgotten on my desk.
This is very beautiful…yet so innocently written..I love it 😀
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I love this story. It teaches us all that there is something special in store for us, even if we can’t see it at the time.
Lovely concept! xx
Thank you. I appreciate your comment having visited your great site,often.
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This is a flash fiction piece I had written some time ago and stumbled upon again, some of my newest followers might enjoy it. Please let me know what you think.
Somehow your story reminded me of “The Ugly Duckling” one. I guess you know that old one too.
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Yep, I do and I considered myself the duckling who never grew up. Thanks Judy. I hope all is good with you. Have a peaceful week