by Greg Clumpner.

Between the rows of mismatched beds, Bobby peered through the telescope, watching light flow behind the hurtling ball of minerals. Trailing plasma ignited like his father’s rage after returning from the bowling alley. Fragments broke away, streaking the sky like his mother’s mascara. Particles vaporized into nothingness.

He pulled away from the eyepiece, and the meteor became memories meant to be forgotten.

Bobby glanced again, turning dials and adjusting focus. This time, the shooting star led a blooming train of followers. Fairies danced as they sprinkled enchantments in glittering pulses, granting his wish of a foster family that loved him.

© 2025. Greg Clumpner

Greg Clumpner has been published in multiple journals and is Editor of the Triangulation anthologies Seven-Day Weekend and Hospitium. When not working, writing, or playing with shelter dogs, you’ll find Greg engaging in sport. Find him at gregclumpner.com.

Posted October 15, 2025