This is my Friday Fictioneers submission for 11th July. For other examples, see here (http://new.inlinkz.com/luwpview.php?id=424087) Unfortunately, I’m typing this on my phone which makes it harder to do the link thing. Thanks to Kelly Sands for the photo and, as ever, to Rochelle for the inspiration. This one’s 100 words exactly. I could have played around more if I’d ignored the word limit, but this one was more a chance to play with the formatting. Incidentally, I wanted to call this The Nuages of Sin but my wife said it was pretentious. Since I ignored her suggestion that I remove the word ‘kvetching’ and from my book after she beta read it, I felt I had to give her something.
People just don’t appreciate the work that comes with being a cloud.
At first, when you look like a little fluffy rabbit, it’s fine;
people love clouds that look like little fluffy rabbits.
But when you start getting
bigger, and darker, it’s a different story.
Then they just shake their heads and complain.
And that’s it: a career over in seconds. No wonder some clouds get bitter and ruin village fetes and holidays. Me, I’m hanging on for St Swithin’s Day. That’ll teach the buggers for saying I look like a tortoise.