Once again the daytime slipped away from me and I’m not ready for what I planned to post. Here is an unfinished piece I wrote earlier this year. It’s about a little girl and her father going stargazing on top a hill. She was going to be in awe of the beautiful sky and falling star metior storm and then falls asleep.
“Hurry, papa, HURRY!” Cynthia whispered in the dark, urging him on with a flurry of her hand he couldn’t really see. She bounded to the crest of the little hill, leaping and twirling all the way. Frank trudged after his daughter, loaded down with blankets, pillows, sleeping bags, a tarp, and a few snacks his wife had snuck in somewhere. The only reason he knew about them was the cracker sounding crunch when he leaned back into the car for the last blanket.
He realized now, watching Cynthia do a little impatient dance, that it was ok she was wearing the pink sparkly tutu, for the moonlight reflected off the sequins and he could see her through the deep blue night.
“Here, papa,” she announced in a horse whisper. Frank dutifully dropped the tarp by her feet and began to kick it open, knowing if he set any of the blankets on the ground they would get soaked by the dewy grass.
“SHHH, papa!!” Cynthia hissed, her back to him, eyes fixed on the starry sky above. The plastic tarp crackled with every movement.
Finally, after much crackling and hushing, the tarp was laid out.