Sunday Photo Fiction (14.4.19)

The argument “It’s a satellite, brought back from the earth’s orbit, recovered from the Pacific Ocean, and brought here.” Matt stood tall, anchored his hands awkwardly to his waist and stared intently into Cassiopeia’s deep blue eyes. “Rubbish!” She tapped her right foot slowly and rhythmically, holding Matt’s gaze intently. “It’s a 21st century artist’s … Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction (14.4.19)