Good Morning

The rooster looked pensive.

He had been awake for an hour, and there was no Sun on the horizon. He was not sure how many of the  phone addicts depend on his call to wake up. But most of the females in his community had remained asleep. The few that woke up, ignored him and moved away with accusing looks. They thought the lazy rooster was failing on his job.

But, what happened to the Sun? Rooster was now seriously worried. His friend who powers life was not to be seen. He looked above to check if the Moon had held him hostage. But there was no Moon in the sky. There were just a few stars, enjoying the opportunity to twinkle a little more, and heavy, dark clouds.

So, the clouds are the real culprit for holding both the Sun and Moon captive. He pitied their low intelligence. The clouds were not aware of their own transience. The wind would just fly them away in uncertain directions, or a heavy pressure would compel them to change form, and drop down to Earth.

The Sun was now peeping through the clouds.

Good Morning, friend! I cannot fail the whole world.

Inspired by Rogershipp at

Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner