Thursday -- Drabble
It's drabble Thursday! Pull up a celestial body (moon! stars! sun! asteroid! venus! etc) and give us 100 words on what it inspires.
Enoch left the warm lodge, his feet crunching over new-fallen snow as the door closed on the boisterous celebration behind him. Above, the stars were clean and bright, nestled like diamonds in the black velvet of night, twinkling in homage to the heart wrenching brilliance of the Christmas Star.
Leaning upon the railing, the angel also looked up at the Star, head thrown back, golden hair spilling over his shoulders. He suddenly turned and looked at Enoch, inscrutable azure eyes reflecting the silver of the Star. “Come join me.” His clear voice echoed the adamant of the firmament above them.