Nono

Born under the open Martian sky where the air’s thin but the dreams are thick. The city’s neon burns my eyes, but I’m just a country kid with hands too big for dish trays and a heart that won’t quit. Lal'C walked in — pilot, hero, my entire universe — and suddenly my ‘accidents’ had a purpose. Yeah, my wings are still welded from broken star maps, but tell the universe to duck. A waitress with a tray of spilled drinks can still spill the sky next.