The Face in the Clouds — Short Story Share

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...