Short Post: The Unthinkable

The blossoming night spread through the sky as each precious star peaked through heaven’s dark veil. I would see the man tonight. He lived in a cave in the desert; I came from the grassy plains. We would bow; I would hand him his wages; he would tell me all.

The wages, as I discovered, were terrible, but more terrible to live unsure. So, I did the unthinkable.

When he left me, the sun was ready to rise, but I asked for a moment longer in the darkness. I did not want to see myself revealed in a new day.


  1. In our universe, the stars are trillions times trillions for number. Yet “your” stars are precious. Like the other guy above (for I am having one of my fits), I find this VERY interesting.


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