A Message at Sunset — C.D. Moulton

Andy Smart was on the terrace of the Royal Conch Hotel at Golden Bay, Isla Fortuna, talking with a girl he met that afternoon, watching the sunset. For a few seconds there was a face formed in the clouds. The girl showed shock and fear.What...? What's wrong? Andy asked.That's Rick she cried.It's a cloud formation, Andy argued. It just happens to look like someone you know.The formation had moved. It was now just a slightly colorful sunset.Your name might be Smart, but you're not very she replied, sarcastically.