With single-mindedness, she fished out every single star from the night. Then presented them to him, in a bucket, thinking he'd appreciate the surprise. Some bobbed dead on the surface, others beat feebly.
He cupped one dying star in his hand, tears in his eyes. Then snuffed it out. Delighted.
50-word-story by Lisa Falzon
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