His soft voice, she remembered that he had whispered “I will return.” But that seemed so long ago. While the two moons, Tau and Zeta, moved ever closer in a dark sky, she waited and watched each night, and she felt even further distanced.
An ill-tempered writer who’s learning the craft the hard way: Hammering away at the keyboard and occasionally admitting when he’s wrong.
He writes because his cat hates him.
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