For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Laying on the grass, I watched as the clouds played hide-and-seek with the sun. A girl’s voice sang in the distance. A pretty voice.
There’s another world
Above the clouds
…she sang.
A world where nothing hides the sun
A world where time has not begun.
I put my penny whistle to my lips and started playing a merry tune.
An unspoilt world
Untouched by man
…she sang.
A world which knows not needless strife
Untainted by the needs of life.
A colourful ball came to rest beside me. A child ran to retrieve it. ‘Sorry mister’ he giggled. I smiled
Above the clouds
There’s perfect peace
…she sang.
It’s miles above our troubled land
Unspoilt by greed and human hand.
Two squawking gulls fought over a scrap of bread. I flapped my hand then they flew away.
There’s another world
Above the clouds
…she sang
An unspoilt world untouched by man
A world where nothing hides the sun.
Suddenly it became darker. I opened my eyes and above me saw a grey cloud. I waited for the pretty voice to continue, but it didn’t She’d gone. I put my penny whistle to my lips and played a sorrowful tune.
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Keith's Ramblings 
An enigmatic story, Keith. Left me wondering who was singing, whether she wasn’t trying to tell the narrator something. Lovely spell you wove there
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I share your wondering! Cheers Lynn.
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My pleasure Keith
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Very pretty imagery, a world we long for.
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I certainly do! Thanks Mimi.
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I love this story, especially the lyrics.
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Very kind of you, thank you.
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Nice poem. We all want to reach that world where there is no strife and sun shines always.
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We do indeed. Thanks Abhijit
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Keith, I love this! Very whimsical and sad at the end…
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