Short Story: My Sun

You are my sun, and I your moon. No matter where you are, I will not turn my back on you.

You are my sun, and I the stars that pale in comparison to your brightness. You may not see me in the daytime, but in dark times, know that I will be there to shine the way.

“Should I be jealous that my husband is writing such sweet promises to another woman?” his wife said over his shoulder.

He pressed his lips to her hand.

“She is my sun, but you are my world. Without you, there is no us,” he said.

“Silly romantic. If our daughter is our sun, then we are the planets that orbit her. We have our own lives, but we will always be connected,” his wife said.

“Wonderful words.”

“Also, the moon always faces the earth, not the sun.”

“Shh… It’s called artistic licence. Just accept it with me.”

 

Genre: family
Response to the prompt astral.

Posted on March 5, 2018, in Short Stories and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Nice mix of storytelling and poetry. Well done.

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