this may/may not become a bigger story.
the night sky here was like nothing else she had seen.
Childish platitudes that roamed gleefully in her mind before torturing their next innocent victim, came screaming to a halt. their days were numbered.
Up there was nothing less than the blackest curtain she had ever seen…and egads, but were those bullet holes? mind bullet holes? but coming from which side?
the light they revealed was blinding.
she lay down in the grass, it seemed the only sensible thing to do.
She would have had a cup of tea if she could’ve.
It was a big deal, the day she realised she didn’t know anything. That she could be so wrong about