Fifty Words

Sam writes exactly fifty word stories Monday through Friday.

Feb 26

cloud

I swim in a sea of sapphire. I puff through swaths of cotton candy. I dash through corridors of cobalt, sashay through reams of cerise, float in actinoforms of fuchsia pink and falu red. And while you dash for your camera to capture me—I will die, disappeared into droplets.


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