Micro Fiction Monday: Stars

She always loved the stars. In the short walk from her parents’ car to the front door of their tiny house, her neck was always tipped back, eyes glued on the little white dots above her. Her mother had to guide her along, gently pushing her from behind, or else the daughter would be hypnotized all night.

When the girl was older, she crossed the town line and entered the vast fields and forests outside the city. It was then that she realized how suppressed her dear stars were—how the harsh neon smothered the gentle magic in the sky. A few dots became a million pecks, brighter and more beautiful than she could have imagined.

When she returned home, she bought some paint. It wasn’t long before the night sky was replicated on her ceiling, the last thing she saw before sleep dragged her away.

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Until later,

- Justyne