Capturing the Star
Ruby woke with terrible cotton mouth. She tried to sit up, but the room spun. She decided to stay still until the room cooperated. When her eyes opened, she first noticed that the walls were brick.
The sun was slanting in through huge windows, shining in huge rectangles on a concrete floor. It had to be morning, but where was she? Finally sitting up, she realized she was naked and wrapped in a heavy sheet on a very thin mattress. How did she get here?
She smelled paint. Turning her head, she spied a huge canvas, nearly a billboard, and painted upon it was a very lifelike and pale resemblance of herself. But it was painted with such light, upon a backdrop of night clouds and stars, she really did look like one of them.
“You’re awake,” a voice startled her. She wasn’t sure if she should run or fight.
“Who are you?”
“Sorry about the way things went down, but I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”
The young man was very handsome, hair unkempt, in only jogging pants. Ruby stared.