I don’t really write much but essays. Or rants. Or whatever you call it. I’m not much for creating things I don’t know in my head. However as I was washing my hands yesterday over the sink, a scene popped into my head, and I knew I had to write it down. That said, please see Star. A work of fiction, below.   He saw her across the room and had to take a breath. “She looks the same”. He thought to himself. “Still not a smiler but always had a hint of a smirk there.” Beer in hand, he tries to carry on, but finds himself too distracted to…