“She feels the sharp points at her temple—metal? Glass?—and rolls her face into the floor to get away from them, but this is worse: the sharp points pierce her brow. So, in spite of the bulk of her pregnancy, she heaves herself to sitting. She sees stars.”
This is another story in which I summoned a star to rise and let it hover in my imagination. I peered and squinted at it until I could see it. I was a bit surprised to find it on the crown of the Queen of Heaven.
This is not a very cheerful story, but is, in the end, a comedy, for it has a happy ending for the character who struggles.