so there he was. standing there with a blank face and an armful of stars.
a pile of them lay at his feet.
what the hell, i must have muttered.
we stared at each other and before either of us could take a breath, he dropped them.
little crashing bells and splinters of glass and ice. slow motion like in the movies.so i straightened him up and left him, blank faced and silent, hands in his pockets (if he'd had any) staring down at the pile of fallen stars around his feet.
you see, i was going to do it the other way around. ya know, standing there, bending down to collect an armful of the sparkly maasai stars for you. until first born walked in and poked his nose into this odd little creative endeavour.
he said, ag no ma. it should go the other way. it's better.
i think he's right. yeah.
toodely toot y'all...bises X.X.X. oh. sparkly starry ones. x j