Through a Sky Gray

“I want you to teach me how to paint,” Leodoras muttered, rehearsing the words as he strolled down the street that was assigned to his evening patrol.

He gazed up at the monochromatic gray veil of the sky, trying to imagine painting directly onto it, shaking his head at the thought. There were rumors that said it was possible. He’d never seen it nor known anyone who’d seen it. But their realm was vast. Who was to say there wasn’t a patch of gray that had been painted with swirls of indigo and black, and sprayed with blue-white stars, or brushed with a wide swathe of blue patched with soft diaphanous clouds?

Better to paint than to pierce, he thought. Better to live than to die.

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The Watchers of the Whale

“So what do you think it means?”

The mayor gazed up at the sky and released a long sigh.  “I can’t draw any conclusions based on what I know so far.”  

“Oh, come on, you have to have some thoughts.”

Mayor Joyance glanced over at his newest friend.  She quirked her brows.

“Of course I have thoughts,” he said.  “Just no conclusions.”

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