My first new piece of writing in two months. Hopefully, I haven’t completely lost the touch.
I fell from a cloud. It was a long way down, and I had some time to think, to reflect. Life had been pretty good to me on that cloud, full of joy and happiness and friendship. But then the cloud soured, and turned grey, and I knew that it would soon be time to leave. And when the cloud turned black and begat a thunderstorm, well, then I walked to the edge, looked over, and walked off.
I’d been on a high cloud, way up in the sky, riding near the sun, and so I’d thought to hit another cloud on the way down, find a new place of friendship. Of course, the damn rain had cleared the sky out, and the only thing beneath me was the ground. I tried steering for the clouds I could see, but they shifted and moved and dodged away, and so I was left falling towards the earth, wondering what would happen when I got there.
The ground hurt when I hit it. I’m not sure if the ground hurt more or I did. The impact made a crater, and left me at the bottom of it. Then I had to deal with the horrible realities of the earth. Crushing pain, fear, anguish, pestilence, hate. They swarmed over me, dragging me further down into the ground, digging a pit from which there was no escape. I became a hollowed out shell of my former self, a ruin hidden away in the ground.
Eventually the earth-bound creatures became bored of me. They had had their torture and their fun. The foul beings filled the pit in over my head, and left me there to rot in the dank earth. And so I stayed there for some time, biding, recovering, until I was strong enough to climb out of the dirt. When they came for me again, I ran, and such was my recovery that I out-distanced pestilence and hate and anguish. Only fear could keep pace with me, but my endurance outlived its, and so it fell behind in the end.
Now I was left looking upwards, wondering how I might once more climb onto a cloud. They had strange movements, and might dip to the earth, but it was easier to go climb to their heights, and so I headed for the mountains, seeking a way to the peaks. The realities had gone there before me, hoping to catch me, and once more I had to run. This time I ran at them, and their moment of amazement let me burst through their filthy hands and climb high into the mountains.
There, I climbed onto a cloud and let it drift away. I made mocking faces at the realities of the earth as they hooted and howled and called out from their lowly location. I smiled and relaxed as the cloud drifted onwards, knowing I would soon be back in the lap of friendship and joy and happiness. Many a blissful day passed on that cloud, and I made friends and lovers under the night sky, as the stars twinkled above. It was a heavenly time, full of dancing and song.
No good time may last, and the cloud began to turn grey and ill, and thence to black, and the revelling stopped, and the friends became enemies and the lovers quarrelled. Seeing this, I fell from the cloud.