Phillip Homsley eyed the Homsley Star Gazer, into which he put his all for eight years. It was ready.
“Is it really?” The question nagged at his conscience. There was one discrepancy which he had not been able to find, but it was only 1/389th off. He checked every spoke and angle. It must be only his math calculations that contained the mistake. The Star Gazer itself was perfect. He sold it and made a fortune.
If it failed he would take his new wife and fortune and leave the country. —- It failed. He left. The Star Gazer found him.
Written for Friday Fictioneers, a 100 word story based on picture prompt. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting this event. Thanks also to PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy for the picture. You can find other stories at https://rochellewisoff.com/