I worried as I entered the bakery. I always worry. I should never have told Grace last night.
She’s a gossip. She’ll tell everyone. Soon, everyone will know.
“Good morning Mr. Evans,” the fresh, young counter girl sings. “How’s that nasty rash?”
Gazing into your eyes is like looking at the sun.
We stare at the distant stars forever and never glimpse their awesome power.
Yet, we peer only briefly at our star. The light too warm, intense, focused, beautiful.
Your eyes are blinding.
The Inaugural Gargleblaster Challenge: Answer the question in 42 words.
What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing?