Literature
TG Tale - Wish Upon The Falling Star
Written as requested for HoleInTheHeart
Ten years ago
The cold December night sky was a tapestry of blinking white dots, painting pitched, ancient, battles against a backdrop of pure obsidian. It was a night that none should forget, but only a few remembered. At the end of a sleeping suburban street, high up in the attic of his aging wooden house, sat Jake, who was watching the constellations through a borrowed telescope. He was eight years old, a fact he was incredibly proud of, and frequently introduced himself as, and then name, if he remembered to name himself at all.
Frost was creeping across the glass, tinting the cracking paint a br