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We name the things we love the most. Do we hope by this action to claim them as ours?


To Name a Star

by Keesa Renee DuPre

To Name a Star

By Keesa Renee DuPre

Crickets chirped in the fields, and somewhere a whip-poor-will sang a melancholy love song to the new moon. John leaned against the back of the swing, his hand twined gently with his wife's. Stars twinkled merrily above them.

"It's hard to believe it's been thirteen years already," Mary said, laying her head against his shoulder.

"I know," he said. "Do you ever regret marrying me?" he asked, kissing her.

"Never," she said, kissing him back. A bright light caught their attention; like a shooting star falling too low, it streaked down from the sky and disappeared into their fields.

"What was that?" Mary asked, a little frightened, but much more curious.

"I don't know," John said. He automatically moved to the door and took down the gun that hung above it, just inside, ready when needed. "I'm going to go find out, though."

"I'm coming with you," Mary declared firmly. John knew that tone of voice; he didn't even bother arguing.

"Stay behind me," he warned.

At first, nothing seemed out of place in the field. The closer they got to the center of the field, though, the more they noticed a soft silver shine near the middle of the field. They headed for this, Mary barely one full step behind John the whole way.

Neither of them expected what they saw.

A small crater had been formed in the center of the field. A girl child sat in the center of the crater, just starting to brush the dirt out of her face and look around her. Her appearance was striking, to say the least; her skin was pale white, and her hair was shimmering silver. She was dressed in a short, lightweight silver dress that sparkled when she moved. Her eyes sparkled silver-gray, too, and her pale pink mouth was curved into a winsome smile.

"Hello," she said, before either of them could say anything.

"Hello, dear," Mary said, moving a little closer. "Where did you come from?" The little girl laughed. She had a musical, merry laugh, and John could almost feel his wife melt.

"I fell out of my cradle," she said, as though it were the funniest thing in the world. "I'm afraid I was leaning too far over to see you, and I just slipped out and fell down, and here I am."

"To see us?" John asked.

"Oh, yes," she said. "I like ever so much to watch you! Especially when you're holding hands and kissing," she added. John and Mary exchanged glances.

"Who are you, dear?" Mary asked.

"I would have thought it was quite obvious," she said, looking down at herself. "I'm a star."


 

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