By Fran Scott
Her obsession began at a very early age when her mother sang ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star’ to her each night. Dr. Seuss books were replaced with thick astronomy tomes. Posters of Rick Springfield were torn down, replaced with drawings of constellations. Dreams of space exploration were inked across the pages of her diaries. She lived, ate, and breathed stars. Her other dreams of travelling the world and having children now light years away. Neighbors found her dead in her bed, under a sky of glow-in-the-dark stars. The coroner said cause of death was natural. But every knew she’d gone star-craving mad.
I do like “star-craving mad,” I must admit.
This was interesting and funny. Good one.