Drabble: Between Eart and Sky. PG13
The horizon burned.
He couldn’t find the strength for anger. He chose instead to mourn the fall from grace.
Different means to an end. All paths led to the same crossroads.
He needed only keep his feet on the ground and turn from the glorious justifications of others to understand Vossler, put one foot in front of the other and leave those events behind.
Beyond the horizon, the future entwined with the past. He wasn’t the only one who saw.
Brown eyes scanned it too, brow furrowed in contemplation. The most unlikely of allies.
Hunting the horizon, chasing the untouchable.