Shooting Star | A 100 Word Story

#245 Happy New Year

It’s my time to go. I’ve lived many millennia up here, watching you watch me. Just out of reach. Only on a few occasions did you visit. More like a drive by.

Then, I winked at a little girl. And she waved back at me. We talked to each other every night like old friends. But she’s older now. Moved on. As I now must do.

The hour is drawing near. Billions of my friends are here to wish me goodbye. All of them secretly waiting for their time to come.

I close my eyes and shoot across the sky.