A Rose for Alice

Daniel Armijo
Nov 8 · 4 min read

“The sky’s beautiful.”

It was the only thing said in the ten minutes they had been sitting here. She would have leaned her head on his shoulder, but the strap of his guitar had been resting there instead.

The sky was beautiful. The orange glow across the horizon was clear of clouds. A bright half of the moon had been visible north, just above Bethany Peak’s summit. The setting sun had already been behind the ridge of hills in front of them. The four trees around them danced slowly in the slight breeze. One star, Vega, was shining in the sky. Soon, the rest of…

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