A Sky Full Of Stars
Barnard Ross turned his telescope towards Alpha Centurai, pressed his right eye to the eyepiece and sighed.
Barnard Ross turned his telescope towards Alpha Centurai, pressed his right eye to the eyepiece and sighed.
I love a good cup of tea.
“Are these for me? Oh, Dana, you know you didn’t have to bring me anything.”
Barnard Ross turned his telescope towards Alpha Centurai, pressed his right eye to the eyepiece and sighed.
The August sun was high and searing, and as he dropped himself onto the fold-up porch-chair, Ray could feel the heat burning through his greying hair and onto his scalp.
“Your name is Mary?” she asked as if this were a joke.
08/06/2014 Image – “Strain” by Amanda Bird