Wednesday, October 7, 2015

two views

Furtively he puffed away. Clouds of vapor built a nimbus of the soft blue light ring above him. He was always smoking. He smelled like strawberry candy because of it, but no longer noticed the flavor across his spongey tongue.

The porthole was scuffed; beyond the smudge of stars little remained but unbounded black. Nothing out there but annihilation engines and emptiness.


She smiled. Every point of light, (even those long dead), twinkled its potential. There were worlds. There were new stars to see.

Gleefully she raced towards the light of unseen suns.

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