“What you’re seeing,” my father tells me, “Is light, thousands of years old.”

I follow his pointing finger, an inadvertent time traveller.

My mother’s voice retells dramas, connect-the-dot Greek tales of war and love.

I’m caught between worlds, in vacuum, nobody’s child.


For this week’s PanGalactic Gargleblaster prompt, “What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing?”