Jane sighs with relief, finally out of her pinchy work flats, braless and comfy in soft, worn jeans and T-shirt. After the oppressive and unusual heat these last days, the evening is blessedly cool. The hedges and trees whisper amongst themselves in the light breeze as they hide her from neighbors’ prying eyes.
She hugs the stray dog, her dog now, and looks up at the sky, clear of cloud cover for once but washed flat by the moon and the glow of city lights.
Few jobs, high rents, unfriendly people, aren’t even what’s really wrong with this place: It’s the whole damned sky. How long has it been since she’s had stars to look at?
This is a Six Sentence Stories vignette from The Life and Times of Jane Doe. The cue was “star.”
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