Rischt! A Bonfire Suite: Orionis
you’re not going to steal his breath tonight; he’ll hold it for as long as he can, longer than he holds it at swimming on Thursdays. If you want it, you’re going to have to come down from the night sky. But you can’t move, so no, his breath will not be stolen this November night. His Mama has wrapped him up in the itchy jumper and red coat, and she wears her black puffer jacket and purple scarf. She tells him to look up, otherwise he’ll miss the start, but she doesn’t know what will happen if...