Clouds

Nina watched as a turtle slowly pulled its head into its shell and morph into a coconut. Fish swam by, but always seemed to become one elephant on a boat. Before her eyes and for her delight alone, a pig sprouted wings and changed into a horse. Silently the world grew and shrank and changed, drifting softly into the indecisive wind.

In desperation to hold the art still, Nina blew a dandelion puff against the breeze; alas her soldiers flew back and tangled in her hair. Not wanting to waste more time, Nina focused on remembering the curve of the lampshade and the puff of the rabbit tail. No photograph could hold this and like a fingerprint it would never be replicated. It became Nina’s sole purpose to hold on to this. Nina tried until the sky grew dark and her mom called her in for dinner.

Years later, she lay in the grass and tripped on some pills and saw colors in the clouds. Which was close, but nothing like it was before.

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