Young Steve was a dreamer, and stars occupied his dreams. He spent his pocket money on Telescopes and Star atlases and watched Astronomy programs on the families black and white television.
Steve came back to earth, found his true love and fathered two amazing children while the earth continued to spin around the sun and the moon played games with the tides.
Old Steve, withered, and broken, drew comfort from the twinkling lights of the Xmas tree.
He knew that it was time for him to fly, at last, towards the distant galaxies of his childhood dreams.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly Flash Fiction challenge set by the amazing and inspirational Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It’s also one of the reasons I started to write and its community of great writers and artists motivate me every week.
This week’s prompt was provided by © Vijaya Sundaram. What a great prompt it has proved to be.
I’d like to raise my glass to all of you.