"Daddy! Mommy! Look! Look over there! It's a shooting star!"
"I see it honey. Do you know what to do when you see one?"
"Yes, mommy! I know! Daddy, can I please sit on your shoulder so I can make my wish?"
"Of course kiddo. Anything for you."
The father, still quite young and handsome, lifts his young daughter, only 4 years old, onto his shoulders as he stands next to his beautiful wife.
"Yay! thank you daddy!" says their daughter.
"You're welcome sweetheart," says the father, "Make your wish now, it's almost time to go home you know."
He chuckles as his daughter thinks quietly about her wish then clasps her tiny hands together and shuts her eyes tightly and makes her wish.
Her mother drops to the ground, dead.
YOU ARE READING
A Shooting Star
FantasyAlice is an elf. No, not one of those tiny, pointy-eared pests. She's just a normal elf, living her normal life, which, to say, is something quite different from the lives of other elves. She's an officer of the WUAST, the Wish Upon A Star Taskforce...
