She turned around and saw the stars. It was a carpet of deep velvet with pinpricks of beautiful light shining above her head. The only sounds were some night birds and the slow ticking of the engine of the car as it cooled down.
This is the place she came to think. To lay her soul bare to the universe and be damned the consequences of what she chose in her private bubble. Here, she could daydream the way she wished things were, rail at the in anger and sorrow, and no one would be able to hear her.
The stars were her very own confession booth, taking her feelings and thoughts far off into the galaxy to be dissipated and forgotten in a catharsis of universal proportions.
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Comments (3 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
We all need such a place...
- #2180 Posted 3 years ago
Hi I'm reading all four of the stories you've published here so far from top to bottom and I was ... apprehensive, expecting some violence, but now I'm very much charmed and soothed and
I need to be here, and if I meet her there I'll be glad of the meeting.
I'm grateful for the feeling of hushed calm I'm feeling now, truly. Thank you.
- #2286 Posted 3 years ago
- 5 out of 5
I can certainly dig it. :-)
- #2566 Posted 3 years ago
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