Is micro-fiction daft?

The Cloud.

I jumped up to get it having no sense of scale, I got it, it turned out to be some fluff just in front of my eye and not a cloud.

I laughed, the fluff laughed back, we had a right old ding dong down the pub about it all.

The end.

Thats better, you have mentioned pub and have enthralled me totally. If you could just write about pub, burgers and Thursday then I may be tempted again.