Red-tipped points collide with circles within an illusion of stars creating timeless patterns that collapse to a center just in time to make you forever lost.
As she crumpled the wrapper to put in her backpack, Jodi noticed something glinting overhead. A six-sided star swaying from a tree limb. Her star. Jodi stood to pluck the star from the branch. She thought about all that had just happened. About what she knew about their mom. About her secret. “I’m afraid,” she
What finally stopped Jodi’s momentum, was seeing a star hanging from a tree. She squeezed the hand brakes, slowing as she got closer. The star hung from the branch of a tree that had lost most of its leaves in the front yard of a small, white cottage. It was the same six-sided star that