Every night he looked up to the twinkling stars above his head and couldn't imagine his life without seeing the trillions of tiny lights adorning the midnight sky. He liked trying to count them, or perhaps naming every constellation memorising them to draw and name in his book the next morning.
He was told many stories about the far off city, often dreaming of what it must be like. For in the whole twenty three summers he has lived the city was somewhere he'd never been to, a far off land filled with tall factories, different sounding people and lights. But no stars. It was nothing like the small village he's spent his whole life in, with the dirt road and the community water well a quarter mile away. He could name every wildflower that grew within the countryside and identify every bird by their call. Everyone knew everyone in this secluded area,
~to be finished~
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Short stories
Short StoryA collection of short stories I have thought of or found in my notebook over the past few years. I may continue them within time
