The Slow-Cooked Sentence


Rachael Conlin Levy

The first time I saw the star it was 3:40 in the afternoon, a strange time to see a star, for sure, and stranger still that it was inside the library. Later, I realized this was a good place for a star to hang out, the library being quiet and dim. Perhaps that’s why I noticed him, for the faintest glow surrounded him, like a nickel shining on a sidewalk. His face was etched like a nickel, too, a gray face scratched with even grayer lines.

3 responses to “Unexpected”

  1. Andrea says:

    Lovely…and mysterious. I love this, “a gray face scratched with even grayer lines.”

  2. kyndale says:

    did you say hi?

  3. Rachael says:

    I always say hi.

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