She looked up and he was there, right where she had left him, yesterday. Sitting on his ship-shaped cloud, he took a rain-drop and threw at her with nothing but sheer mischief in his eyes. She knew that look very well; it was what had made her fall for him, years ago. When the drop touched her face, she could smell his warm earthy scent. As usual, she collected it in a vial and blew him a kiss just before he faded away into the blue vastness.
“I write to unlearn what I know and to learn what I don’t as stories tell us the best and the worst experiences of life.” – the writer