Watching the clouds thicken, I smiled. I so loved how they would settle upon my secluded cabin every winter.
Jason’s cabin. He had brought me here years ago, long before we were married, claiming that this was where earth met sky. “See?” he’d asked, “The clouds descend from the heavens in winter. Isn’t it lovely?”
How many years had it been? I’d lost all sense of time, it seemed. Every year, throughout the year, I wandered lonely as a cloud through the forest, waiting for winter… waiting for Jason’s clouds to visit so that I wouldn’t feel so alone. The flowering of spring meant losing him all over again… I wanted winter to last forever.
After the accident, I’d gone through Jason’s personal effects, but I couldn’t feel his presence in them… Not even in his beloved cabin.
He’d only visit with the clouds.
d’Verse prosery is flash fiction with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of the author’s choice, no longer than 144 words. This very short piece of prose must include an assigned line from a poem, within the 144 word limit. Writers may change the punctuation of the assigned line, but they may not insert words within the quotation.
I wandered lonely as a cloud-from William Wordsworth’s ‘I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud’
‘What do you see’ Prompt #125
For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below (taken by Sean Boyd) as inspiration for writers to produce art.
93 thoughts on “He’d only visit with the clouds”
I loved it at once and read it twice! 🙏❤
❤ Thanks, Komaljeet! ❤
The pleasure is mine.
Very sad, bittersweet, and poignant.
❤ Thanks, Dolly! ❤
So touching. Full of longing. (K)
❤ Thanks, Kerfe! ❤
So much tenderness in this one. The sadness of those things dreamed for but not materialized. It hangs heavy with it. Well done, David.
❤ Thanks, KK! ❤
Aww, this is such a touching story and beautiful usage of the line.
❤ Thanks, Mish! ❤
That was so well done. So much feeling.
❤ Thanks, D.! ❤
I felt smart for a second. “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” is the one Wordsworth poem that I know. Then you gave away that you were challenged with using the line, and I was no longer ‘in the know’ because everyone knows the secret. Oh well, I guess I am just one more yellow face in the field of daffodils. 🙂
❤ Thanks, Richard! ❤ ~ don't worry! I still think you're clever.
Absolutely beautiful, David. We have no idea what will inspire vivid memories when we’re gone. Wouldn’t it be a nice thing to know?
❤ Thanks, Susan! ❤ ~ yes, it would…
Very effective use of the prompt line, David. I can feel the weight of the loss in your words.
❤ Thanks, Ken! ❤
David, this is such a poignant sweet story. So lovely! 🌷❤️🌷
❤ Thanks, Colleen! ❤
Oh my! So hauntingly sad with yearning for what once was.
❤ Thanks, Carol! ❤
There is enough sadness, longing , and vagueness to make the reader read and read again, and wonder what more is there
❤ Thanks, Gillena! ❤