Long ago...

...there was a boy who tripped and fell to the stars. As he fell, he called each star by name. Hello, Sirius. Hello, Cassiopeia. Hello, Ursas Minor and Major. Eventually he came to call the sky home. He waxed and waned; he orbited. And then the stars turned on him and kicked him back to the planet that had bred him. Before they did, they crossed him each once.

Now the boy lives out his days, dreaming of the time he had his place in the sky. His curse is to fall just short of the power and the glory, forever and whatever, amen.

These are his adventures.

Michael J. Gatton, A Quarter Short for the Dryer.