“How’s it goin’, Nim?” called a breathy voice. He looked up. And up. And to the side. There was Cirrus, waving and smiling.
“Er… it’s a breeze.” He paused. “How ’bout you?”
“Clear skies here.”
“Cool, cool.” Nimbostratus faced forward again, his harness jangling. With utmost care he applied another layer of white. Now just to add a touch of grey…
“I saw Cumulo yesterday,” Cirrus flurried. She never could stay still.
“Mm-hmm.” Dip. Paint.
Cirrus also disliked inattention. She dropped in altitude. “He said: BOOM!”
“AAAH!” Nimbostratus yelled.
…
“Looks a bit greyer than initially predicted,” the weatherman noted.
Carrot Ranch Literary Society Prompt
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Really not fair, cloud scaring. They’re sensitive things, a bit flaky but silvery on the inside. Still good to know he can still Boom. And love the make up darling!
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You’re right, of course. Clouds just need a few more layers and they go from wispy to downright formidable.
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Like the weather the takes on these prompts are unpredictable! Fun one.
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Thanks, D.! I enjoyed reading yours as well.
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A very clever take on the prompt!
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Thanks, Liz! 🙂
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Chelsea, you’ve broadened my horizons with such personality to cloud and clever use of scientific names and attributes. You twist to the weatherman perspective is a perfect conclusion.
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Thanks, Charli. 🙂 It all sort of formed as I wrote, like condensation.
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You had a lot building up! Love a good boom when writing!
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Love this.
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Thank you, Anne! 🙂
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