Writing Prompt: “Why do you fear the stars?”

Sarah hurried along the wasteland, broken and crumbling buildings surrounding her as the sky above shone millions of bright, shining stars.

She found shelter under a short stone ledge, sitting, leaning against the cold rock, and looking out at the vast sky filled of stars.

A young girl approached her, her burnett hair in two un-semetrical buns on the sides of her head. She worn a black sweater and brown boots with jeans, sitting next to Sarah and looking up at her with light blue cat-eyes.

Sarah looked down at her and smiled, placing a hand on the girls head, causing her to hiss and Sarah to laugh, "Cat-like as ever, Katt."

Katt giggled, "Of course."

Sarah smiled and slid down, laying on the dirt with her head against the stone still, looking at the still darkening sky.

The younger and shorter girl looked at the older, asking in a somewhat curious tone, "Sarah, why do you fear the stars?"

She looked at Katt before returning her gaze back up, "There are millions of stars in the sky.. the vast, endless, dark ocean filled of shimmering fish..." She reached a hand out, almost as if longing to reach for something.

"Seems like I've found something you're actually afraid of," Katt joked, making Sarah push her onto the ground.

"I ain't scared of anything, and you know it," her regular chilling voice coming back. "It's just that, thinking about that much unknown that could one day collide with our regular world is an unnerving thought. I don't like thinking of the sky as being superior to me."