They were suddenly faced with their own insignificance.
Where the rainbow ends is just a matter of perspective.
You are somebody’s pot of gold. Science says so.
Since I’ve starting writing for other people as a day job, my own writing has come to all but a stand still. This is my answer to a stale mind. I call them shorts. They’re basically little pieces of a story told in 10 words or less. I’m not sure how often they’ll make an appearance, but I’m hoping they can help me get back into that good, good writer’s groove.
She drank her coffee. Then, joy.