– Will there be any left?
Stars were falling all around them where they lay, backs against the earth, faces to the sky, in the summer night.
– Stars? Or wishes?
– I have an infinite number of wishes.
– There are an infinite number of stars. Or, at least, there are as many as you can wish in one lifetime.
– I wish, I wish…
– Shhhh, don’t tell or it won’t come true.
They held hands as the planet spun slowly around the sun, dizzying. Let their attention be gentle. Every minute, a chalkline was etched at the edge of their imagination, from the outside in, here I am, here I am.
Wish 217 by Sarah @ DeviantArt.com
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