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xfirefly9xTitle: Travelling the Distance
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: River
Prompt: #04. Stars
Word Count: 236
Rating: G
Summary: Glimmering, tiny pinpricks. It’s hard to imagine that they are anything more than that.
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writers30days. 8/4/11.
Glimmering, tiny pinpricks. It’s hard to imagine that they are anything more than that. It’s hard to imagine they are huge and dead and gone, but still visible to the naked eye, because they’re so far away and the light is still travelling the distance; in time the light will no longer shine and they will catch up and the star will be well and truly gone and forgotten.
They are like little messages with secret meanings that only a few chosen can understand. Stare into the stars and read what you see. There are answers and questions and the simple beauty that is space. It makes her think about her place in the universe, and how insignificant she is.
The thought doesn’t scare her like she thinks it scares other people. It fills her with calm. She runs inside, grins at her brother from behind the couch, and quickly reaches over to poke him. When she has his attention, she runs back outside. “One day,” she says, “we’ll travel far out there, among the stars.”
Simon laughs. “You wish.”
She nods.
“Better get back inside and finish your homework or dad’ll be mad,” Simon adds. He turns and heads in.
She takes a moment longer to stare up at the night sky and she smiles. One day, they will go out there, she is certain. She can feel the pull of space and adventure already.
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: River
Prompt: #04. Stars
Word Count: 236
Rating: G
Summary: Glimmering, tiny pinpricks. It’s hard to imagine that they are anything more than that.
Notes: Written for
writers30days. 8/4/11.Glimmering, tiny pinpricks. It’s hard to imagine that they are anything more than that. It’s hard to imagine they are huge and dead and gone, but still visible to the naked eye, because they’re so far away and the light is still travelling the distance; in time the light will no longer shine and they will catch up and the star will be well and truly gone and forgotten.
They are like little messages with secret meanings that only a few chosen can understand. Stare into the stars and read what you see. There are answers and questions and the simple beauty that is space. It makes her think about her place in the universe, and how insignificant she is.
The thought doesn’t scare her like she thinks it scares other people. It fills her with calm. She runs inside, grins at her brother from behind the couch, and quickly reaches over to poke him. When she has his attention, she runs back outside. “One day,” she says, “we’ll travel far out there, among the stars.”
Simon laughs. “You wish.”
She nods.
“Better get back inside and finish your homework or dad’ll be mad,” Simon adds. He turns and heads in.
She takes a moment longer to stare up at the night sky and she smiles. One day, they will go out there, she is certain. She can feel the pull of space and adventure already.
