The Boy Who Was Sunshine.
The ceiling-sky was overcast with the little clouds that each person carried above their heads. They wandered through their lives safe in the knowledge of the unbroken sea of fluffy dull grey that stretched into infinity and hovered a few inches above their heads.
But one day among them walked the boy who brought sunshine with him. Over his head was no cloud, but a bright ray of sunshine fell onto his shoulders from above, illumining his brown hair to a burnished red. The sunbeam cut through the cloud cover where he walked, and sometimes punctured a hole through his neighbours’ clouds as well.
When they saw him, they hesitated at the novelty. But when the rest of them noticed the beam of light, in their fear and hate they ripped him to shreds. He died with a smile on his face as bright as the light had been, before the clouds converged and closed up the break.
P.S. Hm. I doubt I could get more obscure, really.
