There I am...
Playing under the stars on a rooftop back in Charleston. I knew every constellation of the northern sky and could point out every planet visible to the naked eye. I often searched the sky for the Pleiades, a cluster of seven stars said to be Aboriginal sisters running from a man that wanted them all. He was a sick masochistic being that wouldn't be missed if he was to die. Sometimes the moon would protect them by shining so bright that they were able to hide within its light. I cried for them when the moon didn't show. I knew that meant they would have to spend the unbroken night afraid of what's to come.
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Midnight
RomansaClairvoyant nurse, Cala Jones maintains the daily chaos of Med Surg at Carolina Memorial with a full bladder, empty stomach, and a warped sense of humor alongside her two best friends. Newly single after eight years with her lousy, abusive, and chea...
