I just wrote this without any editing. That’s not an excuse, it just shows that I can do things freely.
“Look up, the stars are out tonight.”
There they were, peaking out behind the clouds that radiated second-hand city light.
So much has already been said about stars, I doubt I could enlighten you any further. Nevertheless, they felt warm despite the distance.
Soggy newspapers clung around a drain pipe as the molecules tore their fibers apart from each other; a drain just sitting out in the middle of a field near the road resting neatly above the city. The contrast of the situation did not seem to hold up. I doubted the use of the drain joking that, “this rusty thing must be how we collect our tap water.” The tap water is always terrible.
A man along with his two kids also enjoyed the sight among our precipice in the patchy sky. I thought about what I would do in his position: could I care for two children? Would I willingly bring them to some forlorn yet beautiful place single-handed? He could easily be overwhelmed by an attacker. The signs were easy: khaki shorts, receding hairline, 3-button down shirt.
I’m not even sure I could outplay my attackers for long: I still keep my fist wrapped around my keys. No matter, my library card would probably do more damage than a key with what haphazard skill my sinewy arms may possess.
Later that night, I called my mom.
“Hey. When you and Dad were trying to have me, did you have any miscarriages?”
Her soft reply and slow hang up insured me that I could never be alone in the world. Around me, flew some ghost that was mostly me; make me out of mud to form your son, please.
I only found out after her death that I was a twin.
My fibers evaporated with the touch of truth.