Scottish National Book Trust Winner

They asked for 50-word stories about a starry night. I wrote this and won (a mug)!

Patti sat, riveted by The Bachelorette’s final rose ceremony. Her right hand held her screen, her left shoved SkinnyPop into her mouth. Behind her the screened door whined, slammed. 

“Mamma, there are like a million stars!”

“I’m in the middle of something here!” Patti shouted, tightening her screen grip, refocusing.