Mario Milosevic

We expected to see the sun that morning, and we were right. It rose muted and ruddy exactly when it was supposed to, climbing out of the ground like a slow waking bear. We examined the sun through binoculars. It had spots. Not like a leopard (the sunspots kept changing) but definitely pretty. When we looked away we saw spots in front of our eyes. They slid against the air, followed a stately downward arc, then accelerated into the ground. Ghosts found the spots and put them on their earlobes. Sunspot bling. Some ghosts put the spots on their foreheads.