~~
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
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