Flash

Stargazers

two people lying on the hood of a car gazing up at the stars
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star.”

They lay on the hood of his car, stars spilling across the night above like secrets. She traced constellations with her finger. He pretended to understand. “That one’s ours,” she whispered, pointing. He nodded quietly, knowing she’d leave eventually; but for now, the sky held them both, breathless and still.