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.

wispy-cloudsWritten for Sami Cox’s writing challenge # 10Prose 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


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