One Twinkling Star

Where a thriving young couple once made miracles, now an old man sat staring out a window on a dark starry night. A bright and faint white dot his wife had stared at many years ago twinkled in the sky. “Look at that one!” she used to say. “If I die first, that’s where I’m going.” “Oh, is that so?” he said. “Well, I guess I’ll have to remember that one.” He thought she was being silly and that he would never have to think about that star again. But 50 years later, at 90 years old, it was all he had left of her. One twinkling star. Tired and uncomfortable in the chair, he slowly rose to his feet, kissed his favorite star, and shuffled to bed with his cane. Knock-Knock! The front door was only a few steps from his bedroom, and he wasn’t expecting anyone. So, he walked towards the front door and called out, “Hello? Who’s there?” he said in a raspy, tired voice. “Excuse me,” a young boy called back. “But I’m lost. I don’t know where I am or where I’m going.” Curious, the old man opened the door. The teenage boy had brown hair and stood shorter than him. Then, wearing a yellow shirt and looking scared, the boy placed his hands in his pockets. “My name is Alex, and I live around here, I think, but I can’t remember exactly where. I was out for a walk with my parents, and I stopped to tie my shoes and pick up a rock I saw, and when I looked up, they were gone!” <a href="https://medium.com/illumination/one-twinkling-star-a-short-story-about-loss-love-and-life-f043daa54ef9">Website</a>