Lost Stars

Author: • July 23, 2017 • Short Stories

via PixabayHe would have turned thirty this year. It’s strange to imagine him as an adult. As if, we were always supposed to be children, running through each other’s houses, never taking the other seriously. Maybe that was the plan. Maybe that’s why he didn’t wait. He didn’t overstay his welcome, like I always do.

When I heard what happened to him, I felt as though his spirit passed through my body. I’m alive now, but without my soul, like a speck of dust or a lost star.

I was obsessed with thoughts of dying after it happened. I asked my father if I’d get to meet him once I died. Would he be waiting for me between this world and the next? Would he say something to annoy me like he always did?

He once called me his sweetheart. We were nine and I was mortified.

“Take it back,” I’d begged him. As though if he just took it back, I wouldn’t belong to him in a way I couldn’t understand just yet.

“But you are my sweetheart.” He’d grinned at me.

I ran towards my house, the late summer evening air carried his voice.

“Come back, my sweetheart.”

For weeks afterwards, I refused to talk to him.

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Cecile's writer: Anukriti MishraAuthor: Anukriti Mishra

Country of residence: Canada

Nationality: Indian

Mother tongue: Hindi

Anukriti Mishra is a writer who grew up in the lap of the Himalayas in India. She started training in Indian classical dancing at the age of five and began performing on stage shortly afterwards. She lives in Canada and is currently at work on her first story collection. Her short stories have been published in The Lunaris Review and the UK’s Litro Mag.


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