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
"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,
"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
"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
"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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