Of a Late July Night

Of a Late July Night Overhead, the stars hung in clusters so dense that whole new layers of the tiny pricks of light emerged the longer Gloria stared. Examining a particularly thick population, which may or may not have been the Milky Way, she decided the view would have been described as beautiful by the typical person. To her however, the stars only reminded her of a face with terrible acne, although not necessarily devoid …

…suit in a similar fashion, each demolished by flame before hitting the glass of the water. It was stupid after all. She sniffed and stood, staring at the sinking black fragments. She wondered briefly who would eventually clean them out of the pool and whether they would be able to tell what the pieces were. She let the roof tiles dig uncomfortably hard into the soles of her feet as she stepped heavily ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**