This is my entry for the RD ASIA Short Story competition. I'm dying since it's only 100 words.
The young man sprinted up the hill with large steps. With each step he took, his wanderlust seemed to fluctuate. The stars that illuminated the beautifu midnight sky seemed be endless. When the boy was just a tiny lad, he would ask his dear mother, "Mama, what do those little stars in the sky represent?" His mother would then reply with a warm, comforting smile, "My dear, those represent the dreams and wishes of people. They stay, till one day, they come true." Each time he looked at the sky, he would ask himself, "Will those wishes ever get granted?"
