Behind the Clouds

I give myself an eyesight test each day. I look for the cable car gliding up or down the mountain. Today the mountain is behind the clouds. Dark and thick, those clouds, full of rain and fog. When I can’t complete my routine of seeing the cable car, I get a little nervous. I have to return to the window again and again, hoping for a break in the clouds so  . . .

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

4 thoughts on “Behind the Clouds”

  1. “Umm, you know , you are getting late and we will talk about this later.”
    He turned his face sky ward to stare at the clouds drfting by. I couldn’t see his face . That bothered me .
    He was revving up his scooter, and the moon hid behind the clouds . Again I missed his expression.
    “See you tomorrow.”
    He shouted as the scooter rolled down the hill , and quickly purred out of sight.
    A vague unease fluttered at the pit of her stomach as I made her way to the dining hall. There is no way of knowing what goes on inside the human mind , is there? A newly commissioned girl sat at the phone outside the dining hall, giggling at some telephonic joke .
    The fragrance of curries wafted out and I was suddenly very hungry.

  2. Behind the clouds, you could see some sun rays trying to make their way to the foreground, but they looked ominous and were moving rapidly. Brent figured he should round up his cattle and get them to safety before the downpour started. It wasn’t the rain he was afraid of, it was the lightning. He whistled to his two border collies, Wotan and Alberich; it was their sign to get the job done. In no time, the cattle was rounded up and on their way to the barn. As Brent unmounted his palomino, he heard the sound of thunder coming from the other side of the mountains. He hurried into the barn and closed the doors behind him.

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