shooting star – 2007
September 18, 2007 § Leave a comment
“Where do shooting stars come from?” The little girl asked a passing cloud one evening. The cloud laughed a rumbling, knowing laugh and answered in question, “Little girl, do you have wishes?” A smile grew on her face, “Of course I do, Mr. Cloud!” He nodded and replied, “That’s where shooting stars come from, little girl. Shooting stars are wishes. That one that just fell?” He pointed to one as it glided across the sky. “That’s your wish, isn’t it?” It was the little girl’s turn to smile knowingly now. “Yep,” she said softly, “I just now made it.” Then she lay down in her bed after one last look out the window and fell asleep.