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The Star of the Night

Short story By: JakeTylerKalik
Non-fiction



This is a story of a man who falls in love not only with a mysterious woman but even more in love with the surroundings that presented him with their relationship.


Submitted:Dec 1, 2013    Reads: 46    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Charles was a man who had a particular liking for the Moon and all her stars. Each chance he would get, he would stop and gaze at the beauty the nighttime provided. He felt safe, a feeling he never recieved as a child. Most importantly, he understood what the Moon had to offer.

One night, Charles decided to stray from the usual tasks at hand and take a nighttime strole. He got on his jacket, gloves, and a scarf, and set off into the brisk night.

Every chance he would get, he'd breathe in a deep, cool breath of nighttime air. He loved all that the Moon provided for him. Charles came across a bench and took it upon himself to go ahead and sit down.
With a slight struggle, Charles sat down and got comfortable. He knew he would be there for a while. With his hands in his pockets, he slouched back in the wood bench and stared at the sky.

It was a marvelous sight. The twinkling of the stars and the soft glow of the Moon evoked a sense of warmness in Charles' heart. He'd never felt closer to anything before.

Suddenly, he heard a shuffling from afar. He quickly lifted his head and stared in the direction the noise came. Out of the shadows came the sihlouette of a woman that almost glowed like a star. She seemingly glided over the pavement and she approached Charles. As she got closer, he could make our facial features. She was wearing a hat, but her long, wavy ginger hair was flowing by her side. Her nose was sharp yet soft.

As she approached closer, Charles stood up. His heart was beating out of his chest. Her eyes were a soothing assortment of green. Her lips were thin and slightly red, probably from the slight lipstick she was wearing. She stopped where he stood. She came up only to his nose. Charles didn't breathe.

They stood staring at each other. Charles felt safe. He asked the question, "what's your name?" She smiled and looked up at the sky. Charles looked to see what was so fascinating up there. He then felt a hand on his heart. It slowed. He looked down. The nameless woman still stood, with her hand on his heart.

Charles smiled, as did she. Upon the tips of her toes, she gave him an ever-so-slight kiss on the cheek and then started into the night.

Confused, he just simply watched her glide into the nighttime shadows. Starstruck by what just happened, Charles sat back down in the wood bench and stared at the sky.

A brisk gust of wind awoke Charles from his slumber. He wasn't asleep for long because the Moon was still shining down on him. Still confused, he stood up and decided that it would be best to travel home.

Still wondering who the mysterious nighttime woman was, he went to sleep hoping his dreams would answer his question.

As his slumber deepened, the Moon shone upon his window, providing him with a sense of comfort, safety, and reasurance that he would meet the Star again.





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