The Cloud by Paula Johnson

When Alex saw his mother’s face in a cloud formation three days after her funeral, he assumed his eyes were playing tricks. “No way,” he whispered. But then the breeze transformed her lips into the half-smile that always meant she had a wonderful secret she just could not keep to herself.

What is it? he wondered. He followed her celestial gaze to a cloud that looked exactly like a leaping dog. It was Dexter, his childhood companion.

Message received, Mom. Alex took a long hard look at his life. Time to grow up, make changes, secure his future. Because…heaven.

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Paula Johnson is the founder and editrix of The Rose City Sisters website.

4 Responses to The Cloud by Paula Johnson

  1. paula, your writing always impresses, but this one, well, it’s beyond precious. I’m going out today to start looking at the clouds.

  2. I really enjoyed this. Many readers I’m sure can relate to seeing images or ‘signs’ that cannot be explained, but can draw meaning from. Thanks for the eloquent passage.

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