AnotherRandomRose

They said he collected stars - plucked them one by one from the abyss left dangling off the clothesline with his father's best summer suit. He could feel the future in their shiny points and the sharp prick of something maddening glowing under their silver skins; and when he held them under water they breathed, their embers glowing - tiny spines curling up to tell him stories. But their laugh was what he loved best - sea breeze and green glass and the whistle of a dandelion shedding its blustery mane across the pebbles of the pond.