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Date Posted: 00:34:43 11/23/01 Fri
Author: Child of the Clouds
Subject: His needs were met as they grew...
In reply to: The Clouds 's message, "The infant lay cradled in the pillowy folds..." on 18:31:44 11/17/01 Sat

...and his desires increased. He reached into the clouds which held him aloft and for a moment, his hands were as billowy and ephemeral as that which caressed him. The clouds flowed into his fingertips, and the human child and the cloud were soon as one, no distinct beginning nor end to either. The cloud-infant, proportionately a boy really now, stretched and broke free of the clouds grip. He sat up first, still defying gravity with the cloud's help, and then stood on wobbly uncertain legs. He looked out at the majesty of the fringe world, felt the breeze, and tried to recall when he had seen such beauty before. It was natural that he had been drawn here, but for all it's beauty nothing about Air struck a familiar cord.

He shivered, and the clouds responded, curling upward and wrapping around him like a tiny puffy trenchcoat. He suddenly became aware of how bare one of his hands was. The hand shook violently as he concealed it in a glove of clouds. As the pristine white turned grey and tainted around his hand, he struggled to comprehend and cried out in a fit of rage. Lightning crackled down and struck the darknening mass. Bathed in the glow of electricity, the boy aged a few more years in appearance if not spirit. The darkness faded, the silent preteen suddenly succumbed to a fit of exhaustion now clutching at him. He curled up anew and slept a restless sleep, his dreams haunted by his own murderer. As more storm clouds gathered, his subconscious craved a reckoning. Like the clouds, the question of with whom hung in the air...


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