Lucy floated, cushioned by fluffy white clouds in a boundless cerulean sky.
She couldn’t remember how she got there, but sensed that little time remained.
Her mind continued to wander aimlessly, flitting from thoughts of ice cream cones to memories of stolen kisses behind the oak tree in the meadow.
She was reluctant to abandon these dreams, but knew that it was time to leave.
The clouds deposited her gently above a walkway that materialised below, and she drifted slowly towards the horizon, blown by the warm breeze.
There would be no turning back.
Time was waving it’s final adieu.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly Fast Fiction challenge run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This weeks prompt is © Adam Ickes. Thanks Adam and of course thanks Rochelle!