The Necklace

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  “SHE WAS one of those pretty, charming young ladies, born, as if through an error of destiny, into a family of clerks. She had no dowry, no hopes, no means of becoming known, appreciated, loved, and married by a man either rich or distinguished; and she allowed herself to marry a petty clerk in the office of the Board of Education. . . .  She had neither frocks nor jewels, nothing. And she loved only those things. She felt that she was made for them. She had such a desire to please, to be sought after, to be clever, and courted.” —THE NECKLACE Guy de Maupassant    France, 1884 (pic by Grok) Read this short story here:  https://americanliterature.com/author/guy-de-maupassant/short-story/the-necklace

Clouds, like Aristophanes never saw.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

I was looking out the window at the gathering storm clouds when I saw it.

A cloud shaped like Pegasus. Unmistakable. Fantastic!

He was flying right along: legs pulled up in a gallop, head rearing up, mane flowing out behind and wings spread out from his back like a chicken.

Maybe it is a chicken. Well, it is now.

Scratching along in that great barnyard in the sky like a hotdog.

Well, it’s a hotdog now.

Now it’s gone.

And I’m hungry.

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