Blue Skies

As she lay on the cool, green grass looking up at the clear, blue sky, she marveled at its purity.  How wonderful it would be to be like that again – pure and untainted, calm and clear.  She had become grey and cloudy and tarnished.  She wondered what it would take to make her shine again.


This is a story told in 55 words for G-man.

Craft

Power, strength and force:

German translation of Kraft.

I wish I had more...

This is for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays