This one was written for a December Challenge – so it’s a little mushy.
„Mom, I want to be a star.“
The woman sighed and looked down at the girl holding her hand. „You have to wait until you grow up, you know.“
„But, Mom, Ashley is a star already. I want to be famous like her.“
„Honey, you’re not a dancer like her.“
A little creature hovering in the air above them gently shook its head. „Yes, she is“, it whispered. Then it aimed a blowgun at the little girl. A heartbeat later, the dart hurled through the air.
„Ouch!“ The girl rubbed her neck, wiping away the dart with that motion.
Suddenly, her feet began to twitch. Then her arms spread out of their own accord. The little girl started to dance, at first a little clumsily, but soon she felt her way into the steps and became more graceful. She twirled and whirled until she reached the end of the path. People stopped and applauded when she finally came to rest on a bench. She bowed and smiled to them, while her mother stared with her mouth hanging open.
„I’m a star!“
High above them, a little winged creature giggled.