by Milo James Fowler
There were stars in her eyes. Not from thoughts grounded in a different space or time; not from a nostalgia she alone could use to summon forgotten yesterdays or better tomorrows; not even from dreams that settled her wandering spirit in the darkest nights and inspired a slow smile to spread across her sleeping lips. These were not figurative stars, metaphorical in any way. The stars contained in the iris of her left eye were those of a galaxy far beyond Hubble's range; the stars in her right were even farther. Millions of light years held behind eyelids that twitched throughout the night, as her smile played hide and seek with the dark. Unfathomable power trapped in an ordinary vessel.
Milo James Fowler teaches junior high English and writes in the dark. Visit him anytime here.