parrish
One day, she would live someplace where
she could stand outside her house and see only stars, no streetlights, where
she could feel as close as she ever got to sharing her mother’s gift.
When she
looked at the stars, something tugged at her, something that urged her to see
more than stars, to make sense of the chaotic firmament, to pull an image from
it.
But it never made sense.

