buy the stars : {puppy}
Jun 14, 2015 15:13:16 GMT -5
Post by goat on Jun 14, 2015 15:13:16 GMT -5
charmaine arevalo
It's really late. The moon hangs in the sky as if suspended by a string, hung by a puppeteer who's got no better time on his hands. The night is starless, cloudless, bare as a skinned animal. You find yourself crouched under the navy blue curtain of the atmosphere, hunched over your latest project. You managed to construct a new candle mold out of old wooden planks you discovered in the yard and you couldn't be more excited. It took time, of course, did it take it's dear sweet time. You had to scrounge around for nails and something to beat them in with, being as hammers are expensive and your mother never kept one around. The nails were expertly pulled from the bottom of the deck. Hey, they were loose anyway!
The mold is shaped like a star. You thought it was only fitting, with the frequent starless nights that had been occurring. You'd like to be able to make more than one, and hang them all in the sky alongside the moon, but you only managed to steal a single yellow candle. Carefully, you place said candle into the mold. From your coat pocket, you procure a box of matches, which also happen to be stolen. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, unfortunately. You strike the match across the bottom of the box and watch it flare to life. With a steady hand, you lower the match and let the flame dance across the candle wick until it, too, catches the fire.
Now, you just have to wait. Once the candle is entirely melted, the wax will dry in the shape of the star mold. It'll look lovely, you think. As the candle burns, it lights the small area outside your house in a delicate orange light. Suddenly, you see something move across it. Something? Or somebody? You move from your crouching position and push yourself onto two feet. "Hello?" You call out, loud enough for somebody to hear, but not loud enough to wake the sleeping family inside your home.
