The Stars Don't Lie

by Boo Walker

Mortified at the sudden idea of someone bearing witness to my lunacy, I diverted my gaze to the sidewalk and pretended to be looking for something on the ground. Once I’d found the imaginary object, I scooped it up, slipped it into my pocket, and carried on toward the house as if all was well. What a kook I could be.

For sure something I'd do.