Star flew overhead, looking down at the people below her. They could not see her, mostly because none of them were looking up, but partly because she’d cloaked herself in the invisibility that was the UV rays part of the spectrum.
Life for her hadn’t gotten any easier since the War was over. She served Solaris and worked with the differing levels of the Guardians and the liaisons they had with other militant groups and governments, but the more time she spent around others the more she felt like an outsider.
‘Sister, I miss you more each day.’
Written for Light and Shade’s Friday: http://lightandshadechallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/light-and-shade-challenge-friday-20th.html
I know I just posted another entry for this prompt, but this one is actually within the word count limits.