Wormwood

A sinister star in the southern sky.
Chapter 1:
The only thing he didn’t like about it was that whenever they headed south, he could see Wormwood. The others didn’t have to look at it and Joe would turn to talk to the others, but there in the sky hung Wormwood, a vast lazy red star, the size of a penny piece, but giving off little more than reflected light, an angry pustulant wart on the face of the cosmos. Like a negative after-image from looking at the sun, that burned into the soul, or rather through it, like a jet of flame through a sheet of tissue paper. People could go crazy looking at it for too long, but when Johnny drove, every so often his eyes would flick up to look at it, as if checking it had not moved closer, or grown larger. It was a reflex action, like a tongue probing at a rotten tooth or a nervous tick. 
Category:Paradise
Category:Paradise Phenomena