I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. I just finished participating in National Novel Writing Month, so you'll be seeing parts from that for the next couple of weeks/month as I expand and edit.
It had been months and they still wouldn't let her out of bed. She'd made a miraculous recovery, why didn't they let her take the next step? She needed to be able to take care of herself, no one else would.
The only entertainment she had was the Evercloud. It sat there, gleaming in the shine of the sun. Sometimes, on the brightest of days, she sometimes thought that she saw the outline of buildings. In the rainiest of days that cloud always seemed less gray, instead having rain bounce off the outline of... something.
She wished that she could see better. That she could go up there into the clouds and look firsthand at what made the weather act so weird.
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