star [ wroetostar ]

12 june 2000

5 years old

"Harry."

"Push me higher, star!"

"Harry, I'm getting tired."

"Cmon, please just push me for a little longer."

A youthful smile spread over a young boys face as he pulled back the chain swing, and pushed with as much force as a five year old could muster. A small scream of joy left the blonds lips as he giggled happily.

"I can almost touch the moon!"

"I'm sure you can, Harry."

"You should try this! Then you could touch the moon too! Cmon, sit down!"

The small blond boy jumped from the swing, feet landing perfectly as a small dust cloud arose itself around his swaying thin figure.

The cinnamon boys mouth gaped open.

"That was cool!"

"Cmon, try it! The moon is waiting!"

The late night sky hung low above their heads, clouds swirling with a grey mystery, the moon glowing a breathtaking white.

Vik clambered onto a swing, feet dangling cautiously off the edge.

"You're so short, you can't even reach the floor."

Harry gazed at the boy and chuckled, before moving to behind where his only friend sat.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

And off he went. Harry pushed, and Vik swung, and they were laughing and talking and yelling in joy, giggles cutting off half of their words.

"Cmon! Reach up star!"

Vik raised one arm.

His thin fingertips tracing along the contours of the celestial orb.

The boy reached out his other hand, needing more of the faded light.

And slipped.

The swing continued, falling back and swaying forwards a few more times as Viks cold and shaking body came into contact with grass and ash.

"Ow!"

"Oh no! Are you okay?"

The younger of the two squatted down, and ran a hand over Viks clothed sides. Harrys comfort seemed to have calmed the five year old who lay with his body balled up, but still, tears dropped from scrunched up eyes.

"It hurts."

"Hold on, I'll get mummy."

"No, no it's okay-"

"MUMMY! A STAR HAS FALLEN!"

And the blond boy went padding into the house, as his companion lay bleeding from both scraped and bruised legs in the garden grass.