Pinterest Prose

My new installment in which I tell stories based on images I've discovered on Pinterest.

Image originally here.

Part One.

Eleanor hated the stars.  She hated them.  Every night she would lay looking up through the skylight in her room haunted by the giant masses looming over the human existence.  They invaded her dreams, waking her with burning light.  The stars were once far away, only small specks in the sky.  But Eleanor didn't remember that.  No one did. No one's memory could reach further back than the collision.  The day Eleanor lost her family, the day Eleanor ceased to love the stars.