Daily Flash Fiction

Miss Kisha, a burst of sunshine in a paint-splattered smock, announced, "Today, class, we paint our dreams!"

Excited gasps replaced the usual morning chatter. "Not on a bus," she winked, "but on a magical Dream Cloud!" She unveiled a giant white canvas. "Close your eyes and imagine your wildest dream. What do you see?"

Eyes squeezed shut, imaginations soared. Mia dreamt of dancing dolphins, Leo of a winning goal, Aliah of friendly aliens.

"Open your eyes!" Miss Kisha instructed, "Paint your dreams!" Brushes danced, the canvas blooming with color. Dolphins leaped, crowds cheered, spaceships soared.

As the Dream Cloud grew, a hush fell. They saw not just dreams, but a world woven together. A world where laughter echoed, kindness reigned, and possibilities shimmered.

"See," Miss Kisha smiled, "shared dreams create something even more beautiful. Remember, no matter how different, they all have a place, making our world richer, more colorful."

The Dream Cloud wasn't just a painting; it was a reminder. A reminder that dreams, like clouds, could drift and change, but the power of imagination, like the sun, could light up their world, transforming even the most ordinary classroom into a canvas of shared hope and endless possibilities.