Stars

I am continuing to experiment with writing some fiction on this blog. Here is a story I wrote today.Where were words when you needed them the most? Lena had been searching for the answer to that question for her whole life.For Lena, telling a story to light coming from a million miles away felt somehow easier, more comforting, than looking someone in the eye. A woman of few words since childhood, when “please” and “thank you” comprised most of what she said, the light of the stars opened Lena's heart and mind.“Orion, Jupiter, I am lost. I can navigate by your glow but you are hidden when I need you the most. What do I say?” Lena opened a white letter she held in her hand. A note left by a man who frequents the library at which she works. Jason, the same age as Lena, walks in every Friday at 3pm – promptly, always – to check out a new book to read over the weekend. When their eyes meet, the reciprocal smiles that ensue create a warm glow bright enough to match that of the stars. He…