Where I challenge myself to write at least one micro story/text/something each week.
– “But what happened to them, grandpa? What happened to the stars?”
The old man shrugged, holding a sigh. He’d lost count of how many times he’d had to answer that question an eternity ago. Everyone wanted to know, everyone needed to know. But it was different this time. Different because the little freckled face looking up to him burst with pride and confidence. Different because these eyes were the same as his daughter’s. Her mother’s. Different because he as was old and tired as she was young and hopeful. “I don’t know firefly. Nobody does…”
The little girl blinked in disbelief. “How come no one does? How???” She managed to not kick the ground out of exasperation but not to hide the pout on her face, making her grandfather chuckle.
He pet her on the head, letting his painful fingers brush the red locks of her hair as he gazed to the skies. “It all happened so long ago, firefly, that no one remembers.”
– “But…” Her indignation made him chuckle some more. “This is not funny, grandpa!”
– “I’m not laughing at you, firefly.” He turned his face back to her with a warm smile as he invited her to sit on his lap. “You’re just reminding me of a very impatient little boy who once asked his grandpa the very same questions.”
The little girl’s eyes opened wide with amazement. “Did his grandpa know? Did he tell him? Did he see them?”
The old man held another sigh behind a sad smile. “He didn’t know either firefly, he was just a little boy himself when it happened…” He turned his gaze back to the darkness above once more. “He thought no one really understood what happened. One night they were there, bright and proud, then darkness fell upon the skies and they were never seen again.”
The little girls gasped. “That is so sad, grandpa!”
The old man chuckled once more. “This is exactly what I told him back then, firefly, word for word.”