DREAMS of a CLOUD
Peruse the many random ramblings of a writer-in-training as I build stories and develop my craft.
7 February 2024
“If she is to live, she shouldn’t be tied to an old fool like me. No… no, Galatea is not my wife.” He looked Aphrodite straight in the eye.
“She is my daughter.”
4 October 2022
“Hm? But I don’t want to marry the prince.”
Marge, freshly-minted fairy godmother, couldn’t believe her ears. “You don’t want the prince?” She didn’t know what to do; the manual hadn’t covered something like this!
“No way. I’ve never met the man; why would I want to marry him? No, I’m after Thomas, the baker’s son from two streets over.”
Marge knew that bakery. Their jelly tarts were divine.
25 September 2022
“The cat came back, the very next day.
The cat came back; she thought he was a goner.
But the cat came back; he just wouldn’t stay away.”
The older woman seated on the couch stood and whirled to look at the man who’d been singing. He leaned against the doorframe, one arm folded, while in his other hand he juggled a single knife. He had dark hair and wore a black duster over a similarly dark outfit.
“Who, who are you?” the woman squeaked.