Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday at Linda G Hall’s blog is “figure.”
I figure that the blue sky is somewhere above the clouds- those always present dark black clouds full of crackling lighting, soft snow with teeth and rain -cold, brutal almost invisible to the naked eye, rain.
I think those clouds look heavy, they look like they could crush you- smoother you but they can’t. They are light and float under that Blue Sky as innocent as a newborn puppy with a black dot on it’s caramel colored ear.
No all monsters snap bones, drink blood, hide under your bed with butcher’s knives, marry your daughter and black her eyes betray your son with his best friend.
Some monsters float above us and hide that Blue Sky for so long, we almost forget it was ever there.