Stardust

Craig Martineau
Nov 15, 2020 · 4 min read

Love in the air

Love story Image: Google Image
Love story Image: Google Image

Leaves in the full splendor of their fall colors. Image Google Images.

Stardust

The boy ran through the forest, jumping over the large tree roots.

With each step, he had to watch that he didn’t crack his head on an overhanging branch.

The boy was nimble, so he didn’t have a misstep and he made running a fast exercise.

The trail was worn, so that helped him.

Finally, he had to stop to catch his breath. He bent forward at the waist and placed his hands on his knees and spent several minutes gulping air.

He walked at an easy pace, hoping the lactic acid would leave his legs soon so they would quit being so rubbery.

The ground rose to a crest overlooking a small valley.

A slight breeze freshened, and the orange and red leaves rustled.

A small creek wound thru the valley, so he made his way to it. He spotted a large boulder, so he angled his approach to the creek so he could investigate the boulder.

The water in the creek was clear. He knelt down and raised a cupped handful to his lips. “Wetting my whistle won’t hurt even if there is something nasty in the water,” he thought.

He sat on the ground and took off his sweatshirt. He made a pillow and stretched out in the boulder’s shade.

The boy sat up with a start! “What?”

The shadows were deepening. “Dang! I won’t be able to make it to check my treasure,” he muttered to himself.

“Maybe next weekend.” “I have to hurry to get my chores done or I will catch it from Mom and Dad.

Just then he saw a strange movement on the water. He moved to it, knelt, and peered into the water. “It is not shallow here,” he thought.

Something reached up, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him into the creek.

Down and down they went.

While they descended to the depths, a small bright orb was dancing just off to the side of his field of vision.

Skipping and jumping, it sang a little ditty about the sun and the moon and who was jealous of whom.

“What’s going on,” he hollered.

“You don’t have to speak, sir. I can ‘hear’ your thoughts just fine.”

It stunned the boy. He was getting more mixed up and confused.

“Someone would like the presence of your company,” his ‘tour guide’ said as he brought someone forward.

The boy gulped, caught up in her beauty.

The tour guide volunteered more information. “Her Highness is going to ask if you would accompany her on a tour of her domain before she ascends the throne?”

“I am here to propose this: I will prepare you for your journey as I did when you were asleep so you could visit our environment.”

“When you have completed your tour, I will meet you and return you to your dry-land state.”

“Her Highness has watched you run, swim, and play sports.”

“However, watching you from afar is not the same as meeting you face to face.”

“We do not force you into the preparation or the tour and you can cancel at any time.”

“At the end of the pre-arranged period, which is 30 days, we will the process.”

Soon the boy and Her Highness were off, visiting every place they could think of.

When people on the ground looked up at the night sky, they saw a cluster of bright pieces that looked like gold. The cluster would zip over there and then over here. The light show was popular.

The gold that people on the land below saw
The gold that people on the land below saw

The boy thought it was time to go home. He didn’t want to worry his mother.

They agreed to meet in a few weeks to decide their future.

The boy went through the backdoor and slipped his sandals off.

“Who is it,” his mother called out.

“It’s me,” he called back.

There was a clatter of pots and pans hitting the floor. His mother ran to the hallway.

She stopped dead in her tracks and gasped.

The boy had a fabulous deep tan and was a well-muscled 6 feet tall.

Thanks for stopping.

Craig

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A lifelong lover of words!

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Retired. I write about Current Events, Personal Experiences on Medium, on Blogger with several sites, WordPress, Substack and Gumroad.

Craig Martineau Writer

A lifelong lover of words!

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