One step after the other. Feel the song. It’s simple.

Orange light streaks through the clouds. Like she’s dancing on fire. The clouds are soft under her bare toes, rising up around her ankles.

Below, cars, roads, and buildings drift past. Gravity-bound grids of ground-walkers.

Most of them don’t even look at the sky, shot through with shimmering lights, and the rings of clouds, billowing like ripples in a pond. They don’t hear the song of the birds or heed the beautiful mystery of shadows.

She spares them a laugh, sweet as spring’s first lily, and a tear, glistening golden as it falls in a single raindrop.

Clouddancer watches the Sun fall below the distant hills and dances a greeting to first twinkling stars.

And the stars dance back.

Word Count: 129

This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Footy and Foodie for providing the prompt photo!

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