Nico’s Cloud Pocket — Above the soft cloudway, Nico floated slowly, listening for a place to tuck the evening moonlight. Read the full story →
Above the soft cloudway, Nico floated slowly, listening for a place to tuck the evening moonlight. His cape made a hush-hush sound in the cool air, and the clouds smelled like rain that had not fallen yet. He held the glow close to the heart on his suit. “Where do you like to rest?” he whispered.
The little light drifted toward his boots, then up past his cheeks, then stopped at a plain cloud that looked just like all the others. Nico leaned in. Inside its round edge was a tiny pocket, silky and warm, already shaped like a nest.
The moonlight curled there as if it had always known the way. Nico smiled, exactly where he belonged, guarding the quiet pocket in the sky. If you peek at the clouds around him, which one do you think is keeping the secret?
