The Listening Cloud
She was a very happy child, but in her mid-teens a listening cloud settled over her. It followed her everywhere, and listened to all her thoughts. It often rained and drenched her. It hovered over her as she went about her day, and waited at the windows of her house and school when she was inside.
She just accepted it as bad luck. She had a cloud that followed her everywhere. Some people had leprosy or got cancer, and that wasn’t anyone’s fault either, and the cloud wasn’t going to kill her. It just rained quite a lot. Apart from the cloud, she told everyone, she was actually pretty happy most of the time.
She could have told the cloud to go away, but she didn’t know it was a listening cloud because listening clouds look just like regular clouds and only a few people know about them. People who know about listening clouds know she was very lucky, because listening clouds take away people’s sadness and turn it into rain
She died aged eighty-six after a very happy life. Her eldest daughter inherited the listening cloud, along with a sizeable collection of umbrellas.
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