Zoe Pencarrow and THE FALLING STAR

“The falling star spat and hissed as it fell. The noise increased to a roar as it approached the earth. It was deafening. Not a soul around the camp fire stirred. The earth shook violently as the falling star and the stars that had been caught up in its train smashed into the ground. One of the girls turned over in her sleeping bag and muttered something about a “bad dream,” rolled over, and went back to sleep. Her snoring was the only sound to be heard. All of creation was momentarily sile...