Lukisan Langit Novels & Stories

"Tell me about the picture." Hope looked at the canvas. She touched the wet-looking paint of the clouds. "It's the city," Hope said. "When the rain stops." She pointed to the streaks of yellow and white dripping down from the purple clouds. "See?" Hope said. "I made the sky cry." Aurora looked closer. The drips weren't random. They were deliberate lines of light cutting through the dark. "Why is the sky crying?" Aurora asked. Hope looked at her mother. Her slate-blue eyes were serious. Ancient.