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Jane Nash: Micro-Story ‘A sign in a dark sky’

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At the beginnings of our time, we watched shooting stars over the blackened palm trees beneath the dark blue velvet, wrapped around the moon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stars upon stars upon shooting stars. We hid our wishes from each other lest they be jinxed and not eventuate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s strange to place a wish, a hope upon a termination, the last vestige of a dying star. When did it come to represent positive thinking instead of portents of doom? Is hope a waste of time, a lie or simply an admission of emptiness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Never-the-less we wished. I did anyway. I assume he did. If not, shame on him for wasting an opportunity to convert a lie into creative projection, whatever that\u2019s worth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was no sand in the cuffs of my jeans, no water upon my feet. The cool, hard coral sliced its way into my open palm as I placed my hand down to push me up. My tongue tasted the rusted, steel edge fresh blood conveys.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The moon dripped light from its fabric hammock. He kissed the smudge upon my lips. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

What else was there to see; cosmic tails flaring across our tropical sky or earthly paint of life\u2019s reminder to breathe?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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