by Miles H. Rost
Gina sat on the hood of the car, looking up into the sky. She reached her arm out and tried to touch the stars.
“What are you thinking, Gina?” her cousin Brian asked, arm and leg hanging off the side of the car.
“I’m thinking about quitting my job, finding a place with no light, and counting stars forever.”
Brian turned his head and smiled.
“Has life been that bad for you?”
“Nah, I just am tired of civilization.”
Brian looked up at the stars, and smiled.
“Become an astronaut?”
“I’d have to come back to people…”
Brian just nodded.