Be Careful What You Wish For - Champagne Chall. #178 - PG-13
Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2019 3:23 am
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Author's note: Written for the "Star Light, Star Bright" Champagne Challenge, #178. Rated PG-13.
Be Careful What You Wish For
“Star light, star bright,” Ray said. We were forking up a dinner of tasteless K rations, sitting on the ground next to a Jeep, somewhere in Italy.
I looked up. “Whatcha wishin’ for?”
Ray grinned, his cheeks going red. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
I chuckled. He had been missing Lilah like crazy. He had this wistful look on his face as he gazed up at the darkening sky.
“I want a wish, too,” I said. “Someday, I want to find a girl who’ll love me the way Lilah loves you.”
“Man, I hope you do,” Ray said. “She’s one in a million, Mick.”
Ten months later, I was lying on the grass in Ray’s back yard with my head in Lilah’s lap.
“Star light, star bright,” Lilah said. There was a little catch in her voice.
I reached up to cup her cheek. It was wet. “I miss him too, honey,” I said. “If I could trade places with him, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”
“I know. I just… I’m not sorry about us, Mick, honest. But I miss him so damn much,” she said.
Three months after that, she got her wish.
Damn star, anyway.
Author's note: Written for the "Star Light, Star Bright" Champagne Challenge, #178. Rated PG-13.
Be Careful What You Wish For
“Star light, star bright,” Ray said. We were forking up a dinner of tasteless K rations, sitting on the ground next to a Jeep, somewhere in Italy.
I looked up. “Whatcha wishin’ for?”
Ray grinned, his cheeks going red. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
I chuckled. He had been missing Lilah like crazy. He had this wistful look on his face as he gazed up at the darkening sky.
“I want a wish, too,” I said. “Someday, I want to find a girl who’ll love me the way Lilah loves you.”
“Man, I hope you do,” Ray said. “She’s one in a million, Mick.”
Ten months later, I was lying on the grass in Ray’s back yard with my head in Lilah’s lap.
“Star light, star bright,” Lilah said. There was a little catch in her voice.
I reached up to cup her cheek. It was wet. “I miss him too, honey,” I said. “If I could trade places with him, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”
“I know. I just… I’m not sorry about us, Mick, honest. But I miss him so damn much,” she said.
Three months after that, she got her wish.
Damn star, anyway.