She knelt and prayed for peace. Or maybe she just wished she did. It was pretty wet on the ground, after all, and it might look strange. Perhaps courage is needed to gain peace. Perhaps it’s all in your point of view.
This is when the sea monkeys rise out of the ocean. They creep towards the city with a cold, salty focus. Their ancestors, torn from the ocean for the amusement of little boys, will finally be able to rest. Vengeance shall belong to the sea monkeys!
Thankfully for the sleeping humans, the sun burns off the fog before the sea monkeys can reach the city. Let us hope they never learn of the beaches closer to downtown.
The surface seemed like it should be cold and smooth, like ice. Instead it was warm with gentle bumps and wiggles under my hand. When it is the heart of our telescope, it will be untouchable. Cold and smooth, like ice.