By Magdalena Ros Rus
“Don’t think about the stars.” An old man held flowers between his shaky fingers. “It hurts to dwell on something so far away, so unreachable.”
The young boy standing next to him, who shared the same green eyes, gazed at the sky above them.
“But they’re so beautiful,” he breathed, putting his arm around the old man’s shoulder.
“Their beauty is just a memory.” The old man sighed. “It’s already gone.”
Kneeling on the damp ground, he placed the bouquet by a gravestone, which read:
The star of my existence.
“Let’s go home,” said the boy softly, helping his father up.
Such a quiet, tender, and loving little story. Wonderful, Magdalena.
Thank you so much! I’m really glad you liked it.
Aww what a nice thought to share with his son. Very touching.
Thank you!
Very touching story. So proud of you! <3
Thank you, my dearest Kalina <3
I hated how you began, for hopeless or not we should all aspire to reach for the stars.
Loved how you ended it though, so you are forgiven. Very nicely done.
I do love your comment, Dave. Thank you!
Really well written Magdalena
Thank you, sir! I appreciate it!
Lovely.
I’m happy you think so!
I agree with all the above. Lovely. Subtle too and it felt so real and true to depths of emotion and meaning. A nice change in tone, texture and content.
Thank you so much for the kind comment, Lynn! It’s my very first “101 words” story so I am really happy you liked it!