Of Lost Wanderings
Stars were not that bright. Nor that close. It cannot be a candle for it does not burn with such colour, and it does not flicker! Yet there it stands, tall as anything she’d ever seen, lighting her wandering way. Wandering, yes that is perhaps not the best word to describe a lone girl lost in a largely distressing and completely unfamiliar place. But she wasn’t thinking about that. She told herself quite firmly the moment she realised she didn’t have the faintest idea where she was that she would not think about how dreadfully awful it was to find oneself in such a horrible mess and oh gods what if - No. No, she was going to enjoy this freedom, this gift. The gift of cold air, dark night and stars that are too close to be true and light that is too white to be a flame. She will worry of wandering and lost girls in the morning, yes. But for now she wants to find another one of those stars.
L.T.C. - Visual Writing Prompt Here