clouds

He used to laugh. They say his face would light up like the sun and his happiness would infect everyone in sight.

 

He’d be so happy pointing things out in wonder.

 

“That cloud looks like a cookie!” He said, and then he laughed in delight. His friends laughed, and told him, “It’s just a normal cloud.”

 

He insisted, “No, it’s a cookie.”

 

He disappeared from school once, that day turned into a week, then a month. He came back without laughter.

 

One day he was given a cookie.

 

“A cookie?” He asked.

 

“No, a cloud.” 

 

He laughed: it was glorious.

 

Author's Note

I haven't written in such a long time, it makes me sad.