On a tangent from the WIP for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge. I know, the stars aren’t out yet, I’m anticipating.
The hills were white with a dusting of snow and the air was crisp and clear. Overhead, the sky was full of stars.
“You’d never see a sight like that in London,” Jon said.
Holly didn’t need to look up; she had the shape of the stars printed on the back of her eyes.
“Why d’you think I came back?”
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