A poetic prose short story by Jennifer-Crystal Johnson. A snippet:
Meticulously crafted, this particular world was created from the sun’s sparkling beams of light and slivers of the moon. A fallen star was sewn on, followed by the colors of September leaves and the warmth of a summer fire pit. The underlying fabric was woven using threads of intrigue, fascination, infatuation, and hope, with remnants of longing and loneliness leaving bittersweet traces of their influence tucked away inside.
What happens with these threads of intrigue and fallen stars? Listen to this story in the warmth of a summer fire pit and you just might find out =).
Watch/listen on YouTube before you buy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qXxt-qiCrkA