Wishes

By CC 

 

Maria had wanted their bed by the window, so she could wish on shooting stars.

Hed laughed at her silly girl notions, but hed never moved it back. He hadnt seen a shooting star since their last night together, when she wouldnt share her wish. Not that hed cared. Hed focused on the harvest moon, the same damn moon that smirked at him tonight. He hated that moon, the way it tallied his months of solitude, mocked his futile search of heaven and earth.

Stupid notion, wishes. He yanked the curtain shut, wondering if hed seen what he thought.

 

THE END

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