28: A Griddle Big as the Sky
Declaring the existence of something is a way to make me finish them. Here’s a chunk from the Giant Unnamed Fiction Project.
Weirder, Liberty could see Monterey’s face. Not much. But more than he had all night. A pallid glow from the east outlined Monterey’s angular chin and sharp nose. Distinct shadows filled his deep-set eyes.
A blotch of light marred the eastern sky.
Curiosity tugged Liberty to his feet.
The blotch cast a halo of shooting stars, radiating in all directions.
“Do you hear that?” Dreg said.
Insects buzzed. Something small rustled through the corn.
The fuzzy light was…
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