Short Stories

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

I climbed aboard a clod



I climbed aboard a clod

I thought it was a cloud
that is what I dreamed for
I  expected  a soft floating trip
across the sky
but
 the clod
moved...not in a soft
rhythmic motion
it
hurtled like
a meteoric ball of fire
and
ended abruptly
against an adobe wall
leaving me
hurtling...falling
into an abyss below


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