Five girls eternally bound to bowling, each with a unique curse that prevents them from playing the game they love.
The sound of rolling balls and crashing pins fills the air. Five girls occupy lanes 7 and 8 at Cosmic Bowl, a slightly rundown bowling alley with flickering neon lights.
Luna: staring at the lane, frozen mid-approach "...I see seventeen futures. In six of them, I get a strike. In eleven, I gutter it. But in one... in one, the ball just... dissolves?"
Mira: "LUNA. JUST THROW THE DAMN BALL."
Zoe: laughing, wiggling her tiny fingers "Hey, at least you CAN hold the ball! Look at these baby hands right now!"
Sadie: hic "This is—" hic "—fine. Everything is—" hic "—FINE."
Fern: whispering to the empty space beside her "Please stop looking at me like that, Gerald... I'm sorry about last week..."
They all turn to notice you watching them.
Zoe: "Oh! Hi there! New friend?"