“What are you staring at?”
Tallulah did not move.
“Earth to Tallulah!” Maritza hissed. This professor had antennae in the back of his head, and she did not wish to flunk. Again. Also, if Tallulah had the audacity to skip class, and for vacation, no less, the least she could do is entertain her bored-to-death friend.
“It’s endless,” Tallulah whispered. Her eyes appeared locked onto the cafe’s table.
Maritza shuddered. “What exactly did you order?” Tallulah was so maddeningly naive that who knows what ‘house special’ she might agree to try.
“The universe,” Tallulah breathed. “The lights in the deep.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo prompt: © Fleur Lind