Grandmother and granddaughter lay on the grass, looking up at the windswept sky.
“That cloud looks like a bird.”
“Could be an angel.”
“Look there! A wispy dragon.”
It was hard to know who was mimicking whom. One felt young, creative; one felt old, wise. Both were content, both ageless.
Written for Sami Cox’s writing challenge # 10: Prose Challenge – Write a story in no more than 50 words inspired by clouds. Bonus points for those who manage to get the word “mimic” in there too